Auburn plaits stare at
yellow boots bright with waxy rain,
as they try mimicking, with little squeaks,
happy quacking, as mother duckie
leads kiddies back home. Her
soft eyes oversee, yearning silently beneath
that umbrella of inherited childhood-
a mother’s faded voice calling out for
hot ginger-tea.

©Mohana Das

Linked to Bluebell Books


6 thoughts on “#015

  1. Mohana, I have fallen in love with your auburn plaited girl under the hand-me-down umbrella, carefully/respectfully watching the parade of ducklings behind their mother. No doubt, they loved the rain and the attention! This is so wonderful–please consider following up with more of this magical little vignettes of young hearts (whatever the chronilogical age!) interacting with Nature’s creatures.

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