Her Sing Song Voice!

"Arushi Ahuja"


I refrain from running out to her
And squeezing her in my arms,
Of  gently pressing her feet so tender
Of kissing her on and on...

Her chubby dimpled cheeks pick a random smile,
The angels and the little fairies dance for a mile,
for when she says "mamma" in her fumbled squeaky voice,
It leaves me floored and I refrain again from eating her like a pie....

Her soft hands find my lips
and I refrain to devour ,
Those rosy lips, and curly hair 
That smell of sweet and sour...

My little precious talks and walks but only barely,
She stumbles and drops and falls more clumsily!

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompt 'Refrain'
Also inspired by MindLoveMisery's prompt 'eutony'!

I DON'T Have a daughter though... Its just something my mother used to say which I put in rhymes! ;)


  1. That's lovely Arushi, it reminds me of when my little boy (aged 34) was just a toddler!

    1. Wow res... Thats a long time back and yet a beautiful memory...

  2. Yum! Here like in yesterday's poem the beautiful child becomes completely real! here is a world of song! Speaking of refraining, it offers up delicious.

  3. I opened your post and a huge smile spread across my face ~ what an image!

  4. That is the best feeling in the world. Been through it with mine and now enjoying it all over again with my grand baby. Can't tell you how big my smile was while reading this one. thanks for writing for the prompt, I really appreciate it!

  5. This is a lovely poem Arushi, it is a beautiful take on the prompt. Well done.

  6. This made me smile... Okay, it made me laugh aloud. The words are so vivid, filled with such light... That smile can go forever.

    1. Haha.. Magaly m glad you njoid this... Thanx a lot...

  7. Awww how sweet is this and such a beautiful little girl =)

  8. Thank you for your visit and kind words.
    I like to play with language. I am sure I mixed some different dialects and even periods. But it sounded good ;)

    It is true about just wanting to 'eat up' little ones. Being both a mama and a grama. There is just something so precious about the child you can pick up, swing and make smile with a smile of your own.

    Cheers ~Jules


So much time I spent writing this... Leave me here the words on your lips!!