Shameful blushes warming cheeks.....
Crushing on unknown man isn't legit.
But better that than burning my finger tossing home baked bread
Better my flushes
Than scorched fingernails.
Curling all my thoughts around him
Like a lovesick puppy.
Timidly tucked in,
my Tale.
Speeding through this Tunnel of
Love. .....knowing I'm just a passing train......
An elegant gray box
Golden diagonal lettering
swirling accross it
The legend
A child's pleasure in mommy's perfume enhanced
by the cuteness of the cipher
"Charlie"
For the longest time she thought it meant
The Prince of Wales..
Toy Story
In Parts Over 2 Generations...
Playing with the 19 dolls I got on my fifth
Was too overwhelming
Mommy duty
to so many babies deemed impossible!
So 17 were expelled for life
To mom's showcase.....
And only
The best and the ugliest adopted..
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I was a cruel child momma...
My petite brunette was rendered bald from brushing and denuded for a bath that peeled arms and legs from sockets
and never dressed again!
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The big blue eyed blonde was reverently laid to rest in its gift box..and there it lay
Like the waking undead...
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Skin and bones mamma not yet four feet tall
Acutely surveys
Her children of a lesser God.
Loved like a hurricane...
And since then retains
Beloved snapshots
cute
Memorabilia of carnage...
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The papa Teddy and the mama Teddy placed side by side..
Mama's two hands attached to a plump satin heart ...and small baby bear on the side.
My kids are playing at happy families too
Like the rest of the world...
It's too late
I have entered the wonderland of your heart...
And this mad tea partying will continue March Hare and all
No use declaring
Off with your head
For all advocates of covering women up.....equating modesty with shame and proclaiming both as virtues!
Pride in roots, cultural values and tradition is excellent if it does not strangle the growth of the optimistic shoot towards the sun...
A flower need neither hide its face or its beauty to the world. But it's upto the world not to pluck it or tear it's petals...
Version 2
For all advocates of covering women up from head to toe.....
Equating modesty with shame and proclaiming both as virtues is not legit...
Pride in roots, cultural values and tradition is excellent if it does not strangle the growth of the optimistic shoot towards the sun...
A flower need neither hide its face nor its beauty from the world.
But it's upto us, the arrogant world not to pluck it or tear it's petals...
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014

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