Do you know,
Darling child of mine,
That no matter however much,
I may be crossed with you,
That no matter how many times,
You may throw your tantrum fits,
That no matter how many times,
You may wreck the room,
That no matter however much,
May I be troubled and wearied,
It’s at night when the moon,
Is high in the inky skies,
That I kiss your unperturbed brow,
While you slumber unworried, in gay abandon,
And I trace the lines of your tiny face and frame,
And hope that you sleep forever like so?
And I tell myself how blessed,
This state of motherhood is,
For having brought you to me,
To for ever in my heart enclose.
Copyright Β©2017 by Pradita Kapahi.
All rights reserved.
Image Credits: Pradita Kapahi, 2014.
Mother is a perfect definition of God whom we can see..
Well written π
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Thanks a lot π π
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This is beautifully written. Great work.
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Thanks a lot π π
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Beautifully written π
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Thank you so much π
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This is so so beautiful di .
So nicely written
It went straight to heart
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Thanks a lot girl. How have you been?
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I have been through good and bad
I guess I have learnt many things over this time
How are you ?
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Oh?! What happened?
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Nothing just normal thinking stuff
You tell hows you
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I’ve been busy… Life, kid work. That’s why I’m showing the blog a little less love. π
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Haha π
But that’s more pleasing for sure
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The kid is… The other two a lot less, but that’s life π
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Yes that is for sure π and in the end whatever happens it’s just memorable
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Absolutely π π π
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Those moments while being with your baby are the best in life..
Nice picture pradita.. it perfectly blends with the poem..
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Thanks a lot Akhila and ou’re so right. No matter how mad we are with them, it just dissolves in the face of their innocence, and especially in my case, that time is around night time, when she’s already fast asleep. Then I’ll cuddle her, call her silly things like ‘my baby, my bandar, my sugarplum’ what not and I’m like ‘What happens to you during daytime?’ π π
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Haha…. nights are the best time to cuddle them especially when they are asleep.. while sleeping they appear the sweetest…. how old is your babe..boy or girl?
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That is true! She’s going to turn 3 very soon. How old and how many are yours?
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A little more bigger one.. with whom I am having fun fights always
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π π π Enjoy! They grow up real fast and just like that, those fights disappear π¦
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Hmm… they grow up really fast….
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Awww!!! Such a sweet picture!!!!
Equally beautiful poem……
I am not sure if i would ever be able relate to it, but I am surely amazed by it…….
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Thanks a lot Ishan. Well a Father’s love isn’t all that much different than a Mother’s. I think if Father’s were to spend so much time close to their kids as mothers have to, they’d be professing their love with such strength as well. Thanks for appreciating π
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Awwwβ€β€β€ How sweetππ Loved it so much!!!!!
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Thanks, my girl! π
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You’re welcome!
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Beautifully penned… loved it…
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Thanks a lot π π π
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Indeed the relation of mother with child is above everything else. Wonderfully written Pradita
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Thanks Arv π
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You are welcome Pradita π
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Awww πππ
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Thanks babe π π π
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Such a sweet poem and and a lovely picture.
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Thanks a lot girlie! :* π
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You’re welcome.
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Amazing post! It really touched my heart!
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Thanks a lot π
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