Whenever I think of my grand daughter, <br />And the memories I have built with her. <br />I draw on them for sustenance, <br />When my lips are curled in grimace. <br /> <br />The innocent expression on her face <br />Helps to dispel the weariness of my days. <br />When I talk to her on the phone, <br />She queries when I am coming home. <br /> <br />I ask her why you don’t come to spend a day. <br />She promptly says well I am on my way… <br />Once in a while when she comes to the house, <br />She sits on my bed and gives a tug to my blouse. <br /> <br />And asks me to show all my pressed flowers. <br />I don’t know how the moments slip into hours… <br />As I take out each flower from my scrape book, <br />Sense of wonder on her face is worth a look. <br /> <br />Please, please Nani, can I take a few? <br />I stick some on a paper with little glue. <br />Her face lights up and she gives me a hug, <br />Enough to give my heart a tug… <br /> <br />Innocently she says, why do you dry flowers? <br />When I can’t go to the park due to a shower, <br />Or if I am sick and filled with gloom <br />And can’t go out to see them bloom. <br /> <br />After a pause, she brightly says, today you are fine <br />Let’s go out and enjoy the flowers and sunshine…<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-s-instinct/
