Sharing love and emotions between both of you
I carefully watch, how you phase in the life avenue
Minutes passed like seconds and days like minutes
Both of you are now cute at the last teen, slim and tall
But, little do I believe both of you are too old to forget all
The fact remains, beyond the last teen, its a different role
Do remember, a loving word is the best medicine for all
When you leave our family nest to achieve your future goal
Mind you, I am always at your disposal for any urgent call
To care, and share anything more than anyone in the world
May be at times, I appear to be too strict or somewhat strange
I fear , before long, both of you might depart from my range
Mind you daughter, You are really the apple of my left eye
It is a fact that your twin sister is the apple of my right eye
Both of you need be united to keep any unknown at bay
So that surely you cannot be taken for a ride in whatever way
Entering this world, both of you are but a few years away
So, to protect you from the unseen peril, I will surely pray
By the way, however high or long you aspire to have gone
Forget me not, your beloved mother is there for you at home
In your life journey, try your best then little would you fail
Laugh your heart out, then you never tend to be pale
Get up and up; make it a point to never look down the edge
Smile, or scold; between both you , don’t hold a grudge
Remember the truth, failure is the first step to win
Your self confidence is one that you must first win
However, be careful of wolfs under the sheep’s skin
Have no doubt, to see your success, I am really keen
I am aware, being teenaged girls, you wanna have fun for sure
But be yourself only, every now and then and no other
To have had you both together, gave me endless pleasure
I attend to your day to day needs quite at leisure
And it’s a truth, bona fide, your wish is my pleasure
S.S.J. Fernando
‘Nature’ Is What We See
‘Nature’ is what we see —
The Hill — the Afternoon —
Squirrel — Eclipse — the Bumble bee —
Nay — Nature is Heaven —
Nature is what we hear —
The Bobolink — the Sea —
Thunder — the Cricket —
Nay — Nature is Harmony —
Nature is what we know —
Yet have no art to say —
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
