Tiny little hands clasped my eyes
And a soft voice chirped guess who am I,
Who are you, sound familiar, let me see…
I won’t tell, how could you have forgotten me
I know she enjoys these games we play.
Oh dear, you have to give me a hint today.
She was happy and was trying hard not to laugh
And I went along pretending to be a little daft…
Soon the mystery resolved and she was on my lap
My daughter looking amused tried to take a snap.
Come on Anika, say cheese and give a nice smile,
Like a pro she posed, acting coy with those big eyes.
What took you so long my little angel?
Its school, ballet and homework she prattled…
Now I have vacation, so can I stay here?
I have packed and come, you know I care.
I want to paint and hear all the bed time tales,
Yes dear, on hearing she ran like a gale.
Mom, you were not so liberal with us
Said my daughter, how come you make no fuss,
When she spoils your fine linen with her paints.
There is a difference, now I am a grandparent…
She comes with fragrance of spring flowers,
After she is gone I wistfully smile for hours…
Mamta Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lingering-fragrance/
