The Apple of my Eyes

My pretty baby, my angel of delight,

Seeing you around, full of life, and bright,

My daily cares take flight.

My light-footed fairy,

Whenever you smile my darling baby,

With your dainty feet moving around,

Blissful thoughts in my mind abound,

Your little hands clasped on your toy,

Lifts me heavenwards with joy,

Your drawings or colourings of little flowers

Send in me further delight in showers.

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When you will leave me one day,

I wonder how I shall manage, nay,

Just know that I shall I feel bereft of my moorings,

For without you around, I shall be moving

Around like a ship without a rudder.

In your absence, surely, I shall shudder

Whenever I hear things going wrong,

Amidst the world’s throng.

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The apple of my eyes, my angel pretty,

May you always be loaded with blessings plenty

Be shielded by the lord Almighty,

Always be courageous and kind,

With plenty of faith, magic you will find!

I, for my part

Will for ever implore for the lord’s rampart

On you my child, my dear heart!

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The apple of my eyes, my cynosure,

Know that mum loves you for sure,

And I shall always be there for you, rest assured!   

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©Pushmaotee Subrun

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About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education in 1993. After her retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and Culture. She has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

6 thoughts on “The Apple of my Eyes

  1. amitapaul

    An emotional poem expressive of maternal feelings. Lines one and two of stanza 2 need editing by the poet perhaps

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