<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lingering Fragrance...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tiny little hands clasped my eyes<br>And a soft voice chirped guess who am I, <br>Who are you, sound familiar, let me see…<br>I won’t tell, how could you have forgotten me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know she enjoys these games we play.<br>Oh dear, you have to give me a hint today.<br>She was happy and was trying hard not to laugh<br>And I went along pretending to be a little daft…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon the mystery resolved and she was on my lap<br>My daughter looking amused tried to take a snap.<br>Come on Anika, say cheese and give a nice smile, <br>Like a pro she posed, acting coy with those big eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What took you so long my little angel? <br>Its school, ballet and homework she prattled…<br>Now I have vacation, so can I stay here? <br>I have packed and come, you know I care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to paint and hear all the bed time tales, <br>Yes dear, on hearing she ran like a gale.<br>Mom, you were not so liberal with us<br>Said my daughter, how come you make no fuss, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she spoils your fine linen with her paints.<br>There is a difference, now I am a grandparent…<br>She comes with fragrance of spring flowers, <br>After she is gone I wistfully smile for hours…</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=451449" data-title="A Lingering Fragrance... de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="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 toda..."></div> </div> </div>

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