Withered grass on the playground
In the morning I dropped my grandson
to the Kindergarten
And I watched a Father plays football
with his daughter.
My inquisitive mind traveled
to the bygone years,
How my poor Mom was sitting in the tuck-shop
and watched my acrobats in the playground?
I like to go to school again
But my loving Mom I don't know your whereabouts
with my old books?
I am old now and see the nearby burial grounds
Some stray dogs play with their puppies?
'No man is poor who has had a godly mother.'
-Abraham Lincoln
nimal dunuhinga
heather wilkins
the days of childhood remain a memory . nice.
the days of childhood remain a memory . nice.
Mark L. Berryann
A great poem nimal
A great poem nimal
seema chowdhury
Very touchy and a nostalgic write.
Very touchy and a nostalgic write.
Lynda Robson
Good write nimal, nice sentiments
Good write nimal, nice sentiments
Kesav V Easwaran
Touching sentiments...liked a lot Nimal
Touching sentiments...liked a lot Nimal
mamta agarwal
Want to be a child again to see your mom's eyes shining with pride, maybe you are no longer agile to perform acrobats, but for a mom a child always remains a child. I felt orphaned when both my parents were gone, although they live in my heart. a really touching, nostalgic, wistful write. do we reach a point of desolation when we envy stray dogs...
Want to be a child again to see your mom's eyes shining with pride, maybe you are no longer agile to perform acrobats, but for a mom a child always remains a child. I felt orphaned when both my parents were gone, although they live in my heart. a really touching, nostalgic, wistful write. do we reach a point of desolation when we envy stray dogs...
RAJ NANDY
Very true Nimal ! Life itself is one long lesson for us ! Thanks, -Raj
Very true Nimal ! Life itself is one long lesson for us ! Thanks, -Raj
Dale Jackson (Pukka_Poetry)
I like it!! :D
I like it!! :D
great thoughts...