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He throws silly paper balls at her Then chortling with joy, falls over her She’s tired but just can’t get angry with him Loving the laughter, and the eyes twinkling His laughter surrounding her like water bubbles Soft and delicate, making her forget her troubles A low sweet laugh, that fills her heart to bursting Making her feel that the world is the colour of spring Used to the grime of life, this happiness scares her But her son wipes away the grime with a tiny ball of paper Ouch! she tries to dodge another paper ball in vain And the bubbles surrounded her again… - Richa Poetry originally posted on my wordpress blog. One of my sweetest memories (yaadein) of my son, when he was a tiny baby. |
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