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Monday 13 May 2013

DAISIES

Basking in your loving gaze as we open our eyes to yet another day
Your exuberant rising is infectious and we have no choice but to rise with you.
Your warm rays embrace us in a good morning hug.
Look! The drops you have transformed to diamonds adorn us beautifully.
We are a sight to behold, truly.
Except you are as strict as you are loving.
Your scoldings are really scorching hot.
But your mothering can we not fault.
As you soothe our hearts with warm kisses and prepare us for bed,
‘We don’t want you to leave’, we whine.
And you reply that nanny moon will stay with us all night.
As we snore through the melodious tunes of the crickets,
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of our mother.
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