Hits and Misses

What a mess, what a sight

What a way to put one to fright
What lured me here I curl up on the window sill and wonder,
As I assess the kitchen, all left for me to plunder.

I see the much coveted milk pot
Not to mention the fish covered there,
Never mind that it's store brought.
The biscuits, the pie, the can of meat!
Where to start, where to end,
Calm down my mind and let me comprehend!

The rain outside is a blessed distraction
Else should my sly presence be known and give away my plan of action.
Thank God for the light left on
Lest I hurt myself with a bite gone wrong

Time is short and less to spare
Get started on the treasures soon, rises my hearts' prayer
But alas, there I heard the kitchen door squeak
and now I'm found, by a pair of eyes equally meek.

Author's note:

The above poem is based on the image prompt provided by Magpie Tales (Mag 294). 

Joy comes in the morning

Susan tried to respond to her mother's last sentence.
But she couldn't. She didn't know what to say. "saram ila mole, ichiri nerathe aayi poyi enne ullu" (It's ok daughter, it's just a bit early that's all)

Slowly and deliberately, Susan deviated from the subject and ended the call. Knowing what she had to do, she picked her phone again to dial a familiar number. "I need a train ticket to Cochin as soon as possible. Could you arrange it?" "Lemme see." came the reply and the line went dead. Susan was thankful for this confidant who never asked for explanations at the wrong time.

Susan wasn't good at taming her emotions very well. Neither now, nor before. "Kazhikkan vaayo kunje"  (come to eat child) said Mary chechi from the kitchen. Coming out of her daze, Susan looked at herself in the mirror, tucked away her new, peeking gray's and tried not to think of the coming week.

Two and a half years and Learning.

My Mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it ~ Mark Twain

Hello. Well, to start off, Wish you all a month late, but a just as warm, very Happy New Year 2015! I never did think I'll be back at this space ever; but, here I am. :)

Evlyn is 2 years and 7 months young today. It's afternoon and I've picked up a chicken soup and am sitting in my balcony in a quiet house under a bright blue and clear sky. As she sleeps, I'm perfectly elated for this time of peace and solitude that I have got on a holiday.

The stories are short, nice and humorous. It's a chicken soup for mothers of preschoolers and the stories are easily relatable. I do try to read books, listen to speakers, and talk it out to experienced members regarding parenting, disciplining, expressing love and on teaching good virtues. But as a parent, the fear is always there. Not just the fear of their health or if they are eating well or if they are okay at school or if they pick fights with others.