She Scribbles


Teeny-tiny, unsure feet,
Pitter-patter around the house.
Busy, chubby fingers scrawl,
On the yellowed distemper,
Without a single pause.

There’s a bald parakeet,
And here’s a lame crane.
Oh, is that a rather long bus,
Or a very short bullet train?

She embellishes the drawings,
With lines, squiggles, dots.
The elephant has banana ears, but
The monkey’s got chicken pox.

The bunch of drawing paper,
Lies discarded here in a heap.
While she turns the walls into her slate,
And scribbles memories for me to ‘see’.

18555851_100676450514066_4494546682437471084_n.jpgCopyright ยฉ2017 Pradita Kapahi.

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Picture Credits: Pradita Kapahi, 2016.

46 thoughts on “She Scribbles

    • I am doing that Radhika. Yes, these are all such beautiful memories, as I’m sure you know so well. Unfortunately some of her masterpieces are on the walls of my house. So i have no options but only to take pics of them. ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

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