White winter adorns the snowscape,
Turning verdant lea into silver grace,
Peeping down from glass window,
She admires a few remaining tufts of leaves,
Quivering under the weight
Of falling snowflakes,
Her deft fingers knit a sweater,
Soft wool curls and takes shape,
While the kittens  play with the ball,
Under her chair in the warm hall.
By friendly blaze  in the grate,
Reflects a pink blush on her face,
Unawares, she smiles to imagine,
Two tiny  feet and tiny hands,
That are going to fill her winters,
With tender love and heavenly warmth.
It filled this mother’s heart. Such a beautiful poem. 💚
Thanks Moonmoon
Beautiful poem
Thanks Ketki
Ah.. The joy of tiny feet and hands filling the winters!
Thanks Jaya,that is a real joy
It captures the experience of motherhood unawares. Loved it.
Thanks Mumtaz
Wonderful ma’am. Loved it.💚
Thanks Sonali