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Mother poems from Learning and Creativity – Enjoy this beautiful poem about a mother’s endless struggle to make her boisterous 3-year-old listen to her.
“No mommy, I will not wear socks.”
Hush, what’s that?
Pattering of a skittish, little animal
Running from danger
Chased by heavy and foreboding steps?
A squeaky, but no-nonsense ‘No’!
A curt retort, and a door shut.
Into the closed room, I storm, with weapons two.
“No mom, no, never!”
She traipses and twirls, dodges and flees.
Hides under the bed, eyes red, tears unshed.
“No mommy no.”
Her speech, like a brook gone haywire.
In squeaky tones, she screams, I beseech.
Suddenly her eyes gleam in serendipitous glee.
Alas! I am whacked on the head with a fly swatter
By my three year old daughter!
In strident tones, she mocks,
“No mommy, I will not wear socks.”
All around the room, starts hurling her frocks.
“Take this, this and this”, she hisses.
But misses me.
I pull her in my lap, she talks and talks against socks.
“No, nev…” Throwing a tantrum at her socks-wielding mum.
Hands clamped together, white knuckled.
“No, ne”.., she flails her tiny legs, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
Outside, the dark brilliance of the sky, pours out the night.
Her eyes still shine bright with a determination robust.
I beseech. “It is cold, you must.”
Ah, miraculously, the gust of wind, uncontrolled is tamed.
Not me, but sleep is to be blamed.
A tiny thumb creeps into her mouth soon
From the window, happily smiles the moon.
Two moonbeams cover her feet
Now snugly ensconced in socks.
This memory chunk is suddenly unlocked
As limpid eyed, I now see my twenty year old daughter pulling socks
Over her grown – up feet.
“It is cold maa, wear your socks too.” She smiles.
A sigh escapes my lips and drapes me tight
The moon still smiles bright.
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Dr Santosh Bakaya is the author of three mystery novels for young adults, and a book of essays titled Flights From My Terrace, which was recently published as an e-book on Smashwords. Her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad Of Bapu has been published by Vitasta Publishers, Delhi, India in May 2015 and has been receiving rave reviews from everywhere. Although a Political theorist, with a doctorate in political theory, it is literature which has been her first love. She was awarded the Reuel international award for language and literature 2014 for her long poem Oh Hark!, which forms part of the Significant Anthology. Many of her poems have figured in the highly commended category in Destiny Poets, a UK based website and many are part of international anthologies. Right now, she is giving the final touches to her satirical novel, tentatively titled Sanakpur Shenanigans.
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Thanks for publishing the piece .
An early morning treat…. So intimately beautiful… Thank you Santosh Ma’am for making my day.
The intimacy of this poem lends it such a tenderness that it makes u wish to be there at the end of poem to smile and treasure a moment of exquisite emotion forever. Thank you Ma’am for such a poem.
This is such a heartwarming poem… As a mother I know how difficult it is to make kids listen to you and the most difficult job is to make them wear a sweater or socks or shoes or a cap.
And then when they catch cold, they quip – thandd lag gayi kyunki socks nahin pehne thhe na. (so much knowledge!!!! 😀 )
Loved this poem.. touching, affectionate and beautiful
Thanks so much Antara