A poem I wrote some time back when my younger son asked one day why has february on 28 days:)..)
my precious little one….
bundle of wonderfull emotions and fun
breezes in and out of the house..
full of questions and ideas,
why is the sky blue? why isn't red the colour of mouse?
why has February only 28 days?…has March taken them away?!
moves around like a whirlwind
making me forget routine and daily grind..
all his fuss and chattering, I dont mind
these days will pass by…
one day like a bird leaving the nest
he too will fly..
making me miss this lovely time
how much I otherwise try….
my precious little one………
