Poem for Sanah's School Magazine

The first few months in school
A saga of anticipation, adulation and leaving the friendly pool

Anticipatory months claimed attendance as a right
only to shudder at its first sight
Tightly gripped the hands that care
Hoping tentative steps, they would be there to share

Admission was all about toys
reminded of the park where played girls and boys
Uniform was nothing but clothes new
Fresh they would feel as the morning dew

Excitement carried through the first day
trepidation crept through next, with the morning rays
Expensive diamonds from the eyes were shed
Unanswered pleading ‘whys’ were constantly fed

Farewell on the gate was a tale of tears
the sobs and howls exposed all fears
Reassurance kept one going that mom was on the gate
Waiting to take one away from this perceived torturous state

The end of school though was another tale
stories of ma’am could never pale
Students donned the mantle of the teachers
While parents were relegated to listen to the young preachers

Homework was the next mile stone
A mill stone, whose early completion with parents was atone

Just as stars & grades from teachers made it all fun
dad taught naughtiness to ensure one was no nun
While naughtiness was thus taught
His presence during punishments was most sought

Fancy dress, recitation, singing and dancing kept us busy on other days
alphabets and numbers however were our ways
With pencil and rubber in our tiny hands
Striving to make a mark in our lands

For this is the beginning of a journey in our life
As we quest to grow our status to a giant size

Poem when Sanah had been with us for 30 days

A tiny star rose from my hart and lightened our home
Won our hearts and invited aplomb
With eyes like hope filled stars on a dark gloomy night
Late maybe, but came sure to claim her right
With a smile to melt the hardest hearts
A strength to ties she thus imparts
The goo goo gag a was much awaited
An environment of bliss was thus created

May she rise to be a giant star
All the light in her surroundings she lone should impart
May the path of her life be free of all stumble
Achievements and records adulate by many a tumble
And even if she leaves but a tiny tiny mark
She will still be my second heart

A atta sculpture made by Sanah

Today for the first time Sanah won a competetion - she received an award in a card making competetion. She had to paint a duck yellow in it.Must have donw so pretty well for having won a certificate of appreciation.



The other day - she was not having her milk - so I asked her as to if she does not have her milk how will she grow up? Prompt camethereply 'by eating choclates and toffees'.