Tater Tots

It won't be a blink of an eye, but a trail of many a sigh...

When I set out to cross the oceans, and terrains so high.

Flying over the clouds, life can appear so simplified...

Am I living the dream or just petrified?

- Nov, 2010

It stands by me when there is light,

It stands by me when it is dark.

At time it is real, at times it is not.

Is it my ‘self’ or a lost thought?

- Feb 2011

Lullaby

I bring her face close to my heart,
The tears of the day make my baby cry.
I cover her in my loving embrace
And a mother sings a little lullaby.

Together we sway in a drowsy dream...

It's where stars twinkle down on us,
And black sheep give away their wool.
It's where roses ring-a-ring-a-ring,
And all things silly are very cool.

I look at her eyes now falling asleep...

I think about the days to come.
When she'll be ready for my stories.
Of wolves and camels, of bees and flowers,
And distant lands of knights and fairies.

I sniff her hair and plant a kiss...

It's only time when she will not be baby.
She'll jump out. Stand tall. Run away. Oh Why?
It's a whole life that a mother sees in there,
And we call it a little lullaby!