.... Father is the cool shelter for solace in life, Father is the sail to progress in life, Father is the unfailing anchor against storms in life, Father is the powerhouse of the family .... Happy Fahter's Day - today and everyday!!
Poetry: A Tribute for Father's Day is an article with two poems. I let this day sneak up on me, but I tried to jot down a few notes. Fathers day is a day we are thankful for our dads, but I hope we all find reasons to be grateful on every day throughout the year.
In the midst of many worries, in an uninvited screech If everything is fine, you will surely ask me. Usual meditation; what if My problems grow like mushrooms after rain. Maturity does not want to leave and childhood does not stay. Despite all the awareness, Yet I wandered in the past.
A few words on this week's theme.
Parents’ love for their children is unconditional and unique. They spend a considerable part of their lives nurturing and caring for their children, striving to make their children good people. In the process they also create good childhood memories for them. Children always look up to their parents
There is no feeling other than love. This poem portrays a beautiful love story conveyed through a girl's heart. You will surely go on a romantic road after reading this.
This is a short poem about love of someone asking for a second chance
Self-expression may be intended to look presentable enough to be shared, or spontaneous and careless, and to be just silently acknowledged in its genuine, imperfect hamanness.
Buried Treasure / Response to Brenda Arledge's word prompt week 17, "memories" is my response to this week's word prompt. "Buried Treasure" offers us a glimpse of the past inviting us to be immortal for a moment. While "Building Blocks" takes us on a journey time left behind.
A poem that will help you take a deep dive into a mother's life. From how a women's life changes from being a daughter to wife to a mother. Words flow in a free verse poem which is also rhyming at a few places.
This narative poem is my response to the weekly word prompt "Memories."
When a new baby is born into a family it is a blessing; and a learning experience for the little sister who came first. I can relate to this as I was the little sister who came first. When a large bird flew over I would chase it to see if it landed; thinking it's a stork with my new brother/sister.