Child Care in Day Care

Here’s an infant’s view about his working mommy and day care center:

Mommy is working,

I am left in the hands,

Of an unknown caring.

To fulfill all demands,

And dreams,

This is a step towards

Our fulfilling gleam.

I like being with other infants,

Like me.

I also made a girlfriend,

Of age three.

Mommy is now always on her toes,

With her tight schedule and woes.

My dear Mummy...

Respond to this post by replying above this line New post on THE CHAMPA TREE My dear Mummy… by The Champa Tree As a part of the #MyMotherMyHero campaign, TCT brings to you a beautiful poem written by Neha Talwar. Emotions are best expressed in writing..So, this Mother's Day, make your dear mummy feel special, gift her a poem! Read more of this post The Champa Tree | May 7, 2015 at 10:47 am | Tags: childhood, Emotions and thoughts,Feeling loved, mommy, mother and child, Motherhood, mothers, mothers day, poetry, Touch Feel Smell Hear | Categories: Relationships | URL: http://wp.me/p50eOV-Sc Comment    See all comments Unsubscribe to no longer receive posts from THE CHAMPA TREE. Change your email settings at Manage Subscriptions. Trouble clicking? Copy and paste this URL into your browser: http://thechampatree.in/2015/05/07/dear-mummy/ Thanks for flying with  WordPress.com

Juicy Red Melon

Juicy melon to red melon,

I want a juicy, red melon.

Summers are high,

To my sigh.

What you desire,

Is what I aspire…

A juicy, red melon,

A juicy, red melon.

Come here and sit,

But will not share a bit.

Its mine, filled with water

To trench my thirst to quarter.

My lips are all smudged,

Red Pulp is all over,

Still leaving an urge.

Wish the melon lasted more,

And was bigger from core.

Here I am sitting alone,

Not with you or on any throne…

It’s me on a chair,

With my juicy red melon,

Please don’t stare!!

Dance to meet your soul…

She danced to an extent

Of meeting with her soul.

Making her inner self

To her outer role.

Her first pace

On the shinning floor,

Bought a drop

From her eye shore.

Postured with elegance,

Rhythmic towards her goal,

Finally the light on her,

Was to show her external more.

The glint in her smile,

While she performed,

Appeared as if

Everyone were stormed.

Confidently and swiftly her hands moved,

With her feet’s direction,

Making the ambience filled

With her performance’s appreciation.

She was not a stellar,

Or a show stealer.

She just had a dream,

A dream to be a dancer.

Her dance was not flawless,

It became one,

As she fought

And won over her run.

Now encouragement

Surrounded her fame.

This is all about this maiden’s

Fate and game.

She was now bound with such a glory…

As she had danced to an extent,

Of meeting with her soul.

Making her inner self

To her outer role.

I Miss you…

Missing you, only you.

Life is sluggishly moving,

Like a moon in blue.

You are far away,

With your mates,

Leaving behind,

My heart in a sway.

Missing you, only you.

Life is sluggishly moving,

Like a moon in blue.

I am sitting encircled,

But I am not present,

I wait for you,

So that can be startled.

Missing you, only you.

Life is sluggishly moving,

Like a moon in blue.

My hands feel bare,

They miss your touch.

Lonely are my eyes,

In search of your care.

Missing you, only you.

Life is sluggishly moving,

Like a moon in blue.

Come back soon.

Your presence

Is my smile,

In my heart’s tune.

Missing you, only you.

Life is sluggishly moving,

Like a moon in blue.

I dream of a CANDY

Sugary, sugary, sugary,

I dream of a candy,

When I am hungry.

Guests were in,

Table was laid with dishes,

And some candies,

Along with my grin.

I saw the pink candy lying

On white plate,

Looked as if my heart

Went towards it flying.

I murmured again…

Sugary, sugary, sugary,

I dream of a candy,

When I am hungry.

Interrupted my hubby,

Between me and my sugary.

He had a twisted smile,

I felt weak and vile.

Oh! Dear,

Wanted to grab you.

But my fear for you,

Was standing so near.

I thought for you…

Sugary, sugary, sugary,

I dream of a candy,

When I am hungry.

The urge was so high,

I held my belly,

With my grip so tight,

Oh! My candy, goodbye.

It was last on dish,

Went into the mouth

Of my little sis,

And I turned into a cold fish.

Sadly, I said…

Sugary, sugary, sugary,

I dream of candy,

When I am hungry.

I wish and wished,

I was not plumpy,

Today it made me grumpy,

Missed and pissed.

With a frown, I pronounced,

Sugary, sugary, sugary,

I dream of candy,

When I used to feel hungry.

Love your hubby, My dear honey

Husband: Love your hubby,

Since you have no choice,

My dear honey.

I set up alarm,

For you at night.

To awake you fresh,

Filled with glow and charm.

Love your hubby,

Since you have no choice,

My dear honey.

Wife: Oh! Yes, you also help in preparing,

Meals every time.

Though the kitchen is later left,

At my end for assembling and cleaning.

  

I have to love my hubby,

Since I have no choice,

My dear honey.

Husband: Can I get a cup of tea?

Wife: No please.

Husband: Huh!! I get tea made on order,

Just to sit with you,

When we are back from office,

And want to discuss office disorder.

Love your hubby,

Since you have no choice,

My dear honey.

Wife: Making lunches and dinners seldom,

Is not an easy task.

By the way, your critiques,

Are not at all welcome.

Husband: Oh! Cutie pie,

I am there for you always,

My ways are just to,

Make your skills improve.

Love your hubby,

Since you have no choice,

My dear honey.

Wife: I love you,

But please stop snoring,

As my sleep,

Flew away in a minute or two.

Husband: You never understood me,

I snore,

Because I am,

Relaxed after marrying my bee.

Love your hubby,

Since you have no choice,

My dear honey.

Wife: So far, I can’t remember,

When did you wish me?

Anniversary was wished by you,

In July instead of December.

What happened dear?

Quiet? Say something,

From the core of your heart,

To whisper in my ear.

I know, I have to love my hubby,

Since I have no choice,

My dear honey.

Woman of Today

Woman is a power substance,

But is there any acceptance.

We talk of equality and equal opportunity,

But isn’t she still a lost identity.

Has used her voice,

Dreamt and pursued to her virtue,

To achieve some value.

Worthiness is still on its way,

Some have accepted the ray.

Priorities are meant only for her,

Yet to find a way to achieve her soar.

Home is her heart,

But what about her inner dart.

She wants to be known,

But not as a mere home unknown.

Her eyes are looking for some support,

To put a firm foothold.

Give her this little,

And get in return a little more,

In the form of love and care,

And lots of dreams to share.

How to celebrate love day?

This my first poetry published in THE CHAMPA TREE :)

neha talwar tandon (talwarneha84@gmail.com) shared a post from THE CHAMPA TREE How to celebrate love day? by The Champa Tree We are not running behind schedule. It's just that TCT thinks every day is a love day. Besides, we wanted to capture a sweet little conversation about Valentine's Day between a mother and her child. Check out this really cute poem about V-Day and a confused child written by Neha Tandon from Neha-Novice! Mumma, What is Valentine’s Day? I am very confused, How to celebrate this day? Read more of this post The Champa Tree | February 27, 2015 at 1:03 am | Tags: Feeling loved, mother and child,poetry, Valentine's Day | Categories: Relationships | URL: http://wp.me/p50eOV-Cf Comment    See all comments    Like Change your email settings at Manage Notifications. Trouble clicking? Copy and paste this URL into your browser: http://thechampatree.in/2015/02/27/valentines-day/ Thanks for flying with  WordPress.com

Upbringing

Embedding values play a major role,

In upbringing a child with chore.

Parents are duty bound,

With perseverance all around.

Togetherness and ties,

Bring in all wise.

Encouragement to develop skills,

Can certainly uplift the child’s will.

Listening and expressing your thoughts,

Brings together everyone a lot.

Limits are to be taught,

So that the child is not lost.

Appreciation and rewards,

Are child’s greatest swards.

Teachers are included in the role,

Not to forget their crucial mode.

Politeness and manners,

Making them beautiful from soul.

Lastly in the end,

Character has to be established till the end.

Making your child bright,

Like a smiling flower in the sight.

Embedding values play a major role,

Please not forget your chore.

Character Counts!

Character, the most important form,

Should exist in every norm.

Whether a girl or a boy, it defines a self entity,

And is equally important for one’s personality.

It is simply a fleece of snow,

On which every mark will show.

Mirror shows reflection,

Character shows inner confliction.

Up bringing is a part,

To portray your own aspect and art.

Character, the most important form,

Should exist in every norm.

Election results came out to be very fair

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

AAP declares for its dream victory,

Whereas BJP is flattened by AAP’s majority.

Congress after ruling for more than a decade,

Wins zero seats as a fate.

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

Kejriwal was showered with flowers,

He takes oath to take Delhi afar.

BJP registered a nightmare,

Kiran Bedi lost the chair.

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

“We will always walk on the path of truth”,

Kejriwal said to the cheering youth.

Long have people waited for this,

Truth was levied with such bliss.

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

PM Modi congratulated the winner,

Assuring support in every sphere.

We wish luck to Kejriwal,

To set Delhi as an example for all.

Election, Election everywhere,
Results came out to be very fair.

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

I don’t want a pink one,

It stands for appreciation.

Appreciation is always in your words,

I am happy with it’s only two thirds.

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

I don’t want a yellow one,

We are already friends for a ton.

Friendship with you is happiness,

Which I will cherish with all my craziness.

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

I don’t want a white one,

It’s for purity, peace and reverence.

All suggest us to keep peace,

But fights between us can’t be ceased.

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

What I want is a ROSE,

Filled with poetic prose.

Oh! My love, “Give me a RED ROSE,

The day you propose.”

Happy ROSE Day!!

Wishes Forever

When we met,

And today when we are together, 

                 

Is a long journey of sheer hope and love.

Here hoping that,

This hand in hand journey,

Continues forever and ever.

Words have fallen short,

But would swear,

That by any circumstances,

Will always stand beside you.

And once again saying it to you:

“ May all your wishes come true,

In such a way,

That even the stars’ beam,

Fall short in front of you.”