My First Love


Her eyes had tender look of love
Her touch soft as petals of rose
All her words seemed dipped in honey
Lulled me to slumber so moony
I cried to draw her attention
She took me to dream lands for fun
I would be ever so pampered
All I would do was wait for her
She patiently made my tresses
Tailored for me the best dresses
She’d cook my favourite dishes
Never deprived me of wishes
She hugged and kissed my forehead
When I felt tired or lost my head
How much affection she showered
She was my first love, my mother!

©®Sunila Khemchandani –

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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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