Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The first Alphabet
An unsteady scrawl
on the lined page
the next stage
after standing lines,
sleeping lines,
slanting lines,
full circles and half
curves of all shapes
and dimensions
She tells me proudly
'This is A mama'
and in one instant
the little girl me
30 years ago
is learning A for apple
and the next moment
that A on paper
stands for
hopes and memories
a smile with a tinge of tears
and a love
special to both of us.
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