Let me

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To stop and smell the flowers


To unload the heavy bagpack from the shoulders

To feel light and happy

To forget the feelings so heavy

To feel the rain drops

To hug and cuddle with the kids

To run around wildly with them in the parks

To enjoy their gurgles and hearty , happy laughter

To stop and smell the flowers

To unload the heavy bagpack from the shoulders

Dreams and wishes, can I touch with you a magic wand?   

Can I longingly look at you and plead you to come true??

Please stop the sands of time,

Let me be the mother with lots of time

With lots of patience and warmth

With lots of understanding and care

With lots of love and hugs

Let me ,

Let me stop and smell the flowers

Let me be the mother I want to be…..

Comments

  1. ArtiJuly 24, 2012 at 4:36 AM

    This is very beautiful and heartfelt, we all have moments like these especially in this hectic lives that we are now leading... and you expressed it all very beautifully :)

    PS: Thank you for all the kind words you have said for my blog and stopping over at my space :) Its wonderful to be here... again, you have a great space and you express your sentiments beautifully... I wish you blog more often :) Best wishes and take care :)

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  2. SwaramJuly 24, 2012 at 6:57 AM

    Hugss!:)

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  3. soulsearchingdaysJuly 24, 2012 at 9:32 PM

    Arti, thanks so much, yes sometimes it gets a bit too much and the guilt is unbearable...

    Swar... thanks and hugs to you too dear, get well sooooonnnn.....

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  4. lanJuly 25, 2012 at 5:05 PM

    beautiful words and a wish expressed for all mothers.

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  5. devasenaSeptember 8, 2012 at 6:17 AM

    Nice one Rekha. Wish those lines were true for me..
    beautifully expressed as Ian said.

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