my son my friend

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Standing in the middle of the road
Silently waving you good-bye
It seems you were just born yesterday
I am amazed to see how time fly.

I promise I will smile
I promise no tear will be shed
But every day when u return from school
will always wonder if you are properly fed

I promise to love u
nurture you and be your friend
I promise to be there for you 
even till the end







Comments

  1. Tanya Sehgal24 October 2012 at 01:32

    Hii dear :) Such a lovely poem, portrays love so innocently. :)
    BTW I have nominated your blog for liebster blog award. The details are here, please follow the link !
    http://thankgodforlife.blogspot.in/2012/10/my-first-blog-award.html

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  2. Vikram Waman Karve24 October 2012 at 13:01

    Hi Renu,
    I loved this poem - brief yet so profound.
    Keep Writing
    Regards
    Vikram

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  3. Amrit Sinha29 October 2012 at 02:10

    This was so beautifully created ... loved it !!!

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  4. Unknown29 October 2012 at 05:30

    That was a sweet and lovely poem.. :)
    The pic was so accurate..:)

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  5. TTT30 October 2012 at 02:11

    I just loved the poem and the pic !

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  6. Nasir30 October 2012 at 05:36

    Just So lovely !!!

    Keep Blogging!

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  7. Deepak Doddamani1 November 2012 at 00:19

    I am missing my mom :(
    Thanks to you !

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  8. Vinay1 November 2012 at 00:31

    Beautiful

    Take Backup of All Posts and Comments

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  9. magiceye3 November 2012 at 00:30

    Sweet!

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  10. Deepak Kripal22 November 2012 at 03:03

    beautiful feelings beautifully expressed..

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  11. Anonymous29 December 2012 at 15:26

    Beautiful. Pure love.

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