As a new thought of God, I saw

         You come into this world with

Those shrill cries and babbles echoing,

A mysterious language only your mother knew.

You expressed...with those soft legs, kicking

On my chest, alerting me that I also better know.

 

As you grew, I reinvented my childhood through

Your glittering eyes, innocent, mischievous

That kept us guessing what pranks

You would be up to next and when;

I saw the passage of time, through your

Pig and pony tails that you wagged, when your

Mother pulled you into your uniform, while

You were trying to wriggle out;

When you school bus honked its arrival

Urging me to reach for your bag and lunch box,

Securing a place comfortably,

Only to realize on return that

Your pencil box was left behind

Under the dining table, sending me dashing

To your classroom before the bell.

 

Back home, after a fuss over food,

You slowly recline and turn sleepy

After nagging, with questions beyond your age,

Your tired mother, waiting eagerly to share with me

All your episodes at school and neighbourhood.

As she shares, you are fast asleep,

Tranquility covering your mischief

And my mind wakes up to a hallucination

of what you will blossom into,

with sleepless nights, guessing

gracefully checking the chauvinistic men at large,

raising your voice for the rights about which

this whole world is silent,

yet register your mark of respect

for your elders and the better half,

winning everyone's heart with attire and attitude,

bringing out the individual in you,

turning into a woman of substance,

making your life a legend;

 

Of these, I dream and recline to bed,

only to awake and realize, a twosome, we still remain,

unaware if Nature would delay or deny;

if not a fortunate threesome,

you'd remain, my dear IMAGINARY CHILD.

 

 

The imaginary Child

 

~  Virgomani  ~