The baby sat joyfully on her lap
The mother on his tender thighs did tap
It tickled the boy to laugh and laugh
He was just one and a half
Both invariably enjoyed that sport
No one came in between their fun to abort
The baby had such fairy grace
Many a kiss she planted on his cherubic face
The blissful pair looked ever so cute
Who on earth can their oneness thwart?
It is a love that runs into eternity’s length
A bond that yields to no brutal strength
Joy gleamed in their dewy eyes
The mother huddled tight her lovely prize
On my mind’s lens is caught that image
I laminated it to keep it from all damage
Beautiful snap shot of a mother and child bond perfectly preserved in this caring write.
a picture etched forever, of a bond of all bonds! great write, Valsa.
lovely write! a mother child relationship is thus.......undefinable, lovable, ever lasting..............loved the last two lines absolutely!
Beautiful poem. Children bring out the best in people. I can see the mom and child in my mind also, you preserved their image very well in this poem. It's laminated in poetry. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
The blissful pair looked ever so cute Who on earth can their oneness thwart? It is a love that runs into eternity’s length A bond that yields to no brutal strength...... so touching and impressive. Yes, it is love that runs into eternity's length. The love among child and mother immeasurable. A beautiful poem is well executed.10
Enjoyed that sport! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
An apt title, a perfect poem of happiness to make one's day! 10/10. 'Both invariably enjoyed that sport No one came in between their fun to abort; ' Yes, it's a sport that both the participants heartily enjoy, as do the onlookers, and it has no losers. 'It is a love that runs into eternity’s length A bond that yields to no brutal strength' Absolutely! 'On my mind’s lens is caught that image I laminated it to keep it from all damage' Thanks for sharing with us, the 'laminated picture'. It will lie undamaged in our hearts too.
the bond between mother and child can never be broken. It is a special love no one can understand except a mother and child. lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is about the relation reflecting heavenly bliss...yes, it will not be damaged as you have laminated it and preserved it in your verses...In Virginia Woolf there is a scene in which Lily the artist was unsuccessfully trying to complete her picture with the mother and the child as the model, but she had a problem with her vision...you completed that picture here! ! !