tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85822771296688764402024-03-13T22:53:02.088-07:00Coimbatore Diariesjourneycalledlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419930305840412271noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582277129668876440.post-61699742310502508522010-06-11T08:15:00.000-07:002010-06-11T08:18:32.194-07:00<div>Shuruaat!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been meaning to write for a long time now... and I have a strong motivator, but something kept me from doing it, and I never sat down to jot down my thoughts.... I would wonder what to write on as if my writing was of a national crisis nature.... who is gonna read what I write, at the most a couple of my cousins – thats all... so why all that care? Who is sitting on judgement here? Arent these words just for me... to savor the moment when the moment has become my past??? Of course!!!! So, I start with something which Michelle, my darlin daughter, penned for her Papa.... I want this first poem of hers to be with me, through all times... for me to show it to her in the days to come by.........</div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My Life</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh my dear heart!! Nothing is there left with us</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have some tears </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll say those</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do not worry</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do not worry</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ever and ever</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh my dear!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh my dear!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll say my tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My Tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When you were there with me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I enjoyed myself</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Myself</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When I lost you my tears came out</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But no sound</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No sound</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I think you are happy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With no tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With no tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My heart is full of you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">See the sun rising</p> <p class="MsoNormal">See the sun setting</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the sky</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let us be happy with no tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let us be happy with a smile on our face</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">No more tears in us</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">No more tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh my dear my heart is feeling good!!!!!!!</p> <h1><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "> </span></h1><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Michelle was 8 years old when she penned this... so making allowances for her age and keeping to just her feelings... I found it awesome (maybe because she is my daughter) that she could put her feelings into words...</p></div>journeycalledlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419930305840412271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582277129668876440.post-80873418301390482572010-05-08T22:10:00.000-07:002010-05-08T22:12:39.167-07:00Maa!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8rQ4fG24qs/S-ZENydD3RI/AAAAAAAAA_E/lUJJr-oQI4Y/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8rQ4fG24qs/S-ZENydD3RI/AAAAAAAAA_E/lUJJr-oQI4Y/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469133801160695058" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wish all mothers a HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!</div><div><br /></div><div>the profile pic says it all - one is my maa and i am maa to the other one... the circle is complete!!! Mere paas na bangla hai, na gaadi hai, na hi paisa... PAR MERE PAAS MA HAI!!!! Hats off to my maa who has to put up with a rash and headstrong daughter like me!!</div><div><br /></div>journeycalledlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419930305840412271noreply@blogger.com0