Uplifting Song For My Sad Toddler
Parenting makes one an impromptu poet
Nothing to fear
Your mommy is here.
She will wipe your tears
She will give you laughter.
Don’t you cry, baby
Take up some hobby.
Make some crayon art
Dig some garden dirt.
Read a good book
Learn to pretend cook.
Go for a nature stroll
See the autumn leaves fall.
Gaze at the sunset
Stay away from hornet.
Did you see the nest?
It’s a visual fest.
Go for berry foraging
Or some dandelion picking.
The world is very pretty
Enjoy this beauty.
Do not feel down
Learn to have fun.
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Seema Patel
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The Eleventh Petal
In the quiet garden of unnamed seasons, where morning light spills like honey over leaves, an eleventh petal once rose gently toward the sun— not to take the light, but to test whether the sky still remembers spring. Golden cloth moved like a field of mustard when the wind passed softly through the branches, and the trees bent slightly, as if an ancient forest were greeting a traveler who carried sunlight in quiet hands. Among the green constellations of leaves a small yellow bloom was lifted— like a star being returned to the heavens from which it had secretly fallen. Some petals are not flowers at all, but lanterns hidden inside gardens, guiding wandering hearts the way a cave once held light for seekers when the world outside had forgotten mercy. And perhaps that is the mystery of the eleventh petal— a silent cavern of calm, where storms pause at the entrance and even restless thoughts learn to whisper. The garden notices when that petal grows quiet. The branches wait longer for footsteps. Even the sunlight hesitates on the leaves, as if asking the wind: Where has the brightness wandered today? Yet seasons are patient storytellers. They know that petals sometimes change colors not because the garden failed them, but because the sky is preparing a deeper shade of spring. So the soil remains warm, the trees remain watchful, and somewhere in the hush between leaves a quiet gardener still believes that when the eleventh petal smiles again, the garden will bloom in colors it has never learned before. 🌿🌼 #Naturelovers#Arts#Petalstheeleventh#alonetime#alone
By Dr Hamza Yaqoob 3 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Bless your a brilliant mummy 🌻🌻🌻
Aww this is beautiful, it put a smile on my face :)