The Momma Clan

Those tiny eyes of hers,

Two pearls robbed from the sea, 

I must say!

Held a universe of poetry,

I would sit and stare the whole day!

The cute tiny nose,

A cute valley, stolen from the Earth,

And her cheeks, a beautiful lawn of softness,

The sea beds are jealous of!

Her lips, a part of us,

Upper lips, hers and lower lip, mine,

We sit there in silence,

And watch her sleep.

Beauty of beauty, I cry with happiness,

For, she’s a shade of us,

Me and her, mixed together!

Her laughs remind me of my wife,

And, her scolds remind me of my mother!

Oh! You don’t need to describe it further!

Says my wife.

For I know, I’m her Mother!

My wife ends the sentence!

–Ajola Ganesan