<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Child's Instinct...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whenever I think of my grand daughter, <br>And the memories I have built with her.<br>I draw on them for sustenance, <br>When my lips are curled in grimace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The innocent expression on her face<br>Helps to dispel the weariness of my days.<br>When I talk to her on the phone, <br>She queries when I am coming home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask her why you don’t come to spend a day.<br>She promptly says well I am on my way…<br>Once in a while when she comes to the house, <br>She sits on my bed and gives a tug to my blouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And asks me to show all my pressed flowers.<br>I don’t know how the moments slip into hours…<br>As I take out each flower from my scrape book, <br>Sense of wonder on her face is worth a look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please, please Nani, can I take a few? <br>I stick some on a paper with little glue.<br>Her face lights up and she gives me a hug, <br>Enough to give my heart a tug…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Innocently she says, why do you dry flowers? <br>When I can’t go to the park due to a shower, <br>Or if I am sick and filled with gloom<br>And can’t go out to see them bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After a pause, she brightly says, today you are fine<br>Let’s go out and enjoy the flowers and sunshine…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451444" data-title="A Child's Instinct... de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Whenever I think of my grand daughter, And the memories I have built with her. I draw on them for sustenance, When my lips are curled in grimace. The innocent expression on her face Helps to dispel the weariness of my days. When I talk to her o..."></div> </div> </div>

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