fairytales....

Dear Mom.....

I may believe in you

all the bull and cock stories

I`m listening since before,

the fairytales that you told me

it probably can be either sweet dreams

or beautiful nightmare......

shine and glimmer from the heaven

within the veils of the morning ,

to where the crickets sings

there midnight`s all a glimmer

and noon a purple glow,

and evening full of linnet`s wing,

I shall have tranquility there

for tranquility comes dropping slow.

dropping from the lap of lake water,

there grows purple roses and love everywhere..

O `dear lord,please pick a bunch of purple roses

and hand over firmly to my mom,

the one who told me those fairytales

the one who told me about the land....

where there`s no despair and sorrow!!!

the fluffy clouds hanging up there,

I can`t feel the breathtaking air surrounding me,

and that`s how my fairytales ends......

* this poem is written by Nurul Nazuha Najaa .....dedicated especially for me as gift for my upcoming birthday!!!* I luv u my lovely daughter.....