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TENDER MADRIGAL



In a garden full of flitting butterflies and flickering fireflies 

Lying down on picnic mats and dreaming of the summers gone by


Gazing at airplanes flying in the sky so high!

Take me back to where my songs were all about the sun, stars and the moon shining bright


When rainy days saw me splashing in puddles

Winter, in warm quilts and snug fleece bundles


A home lit by fireplaces and cozy light of candles

Embraced by lilting lullabies and lingering echoes of sweet madrigals 


Running through sweet, wet grass on a summer day

Ice cubes tinkled in tall jugs of fruit punch and tangy lemonade


Daisies and dandelions were my wreath and crown

Tucking every wildflower in my hair and playing until sundown


Every grove, meadow and stream

Lent me tender memories and many sweet dreams 


With a soft rain in my heart and love nestled in my heart so deep

I'd wandered under the starlight with magic on my fingertips


Dreams waltzed on a rainbow and sailed on silent rivers of paradise 

Wishes floated down a moonbeam and stories were painted on powder blue skies 


Take me home to yesterday, a childhood studded with rhinestones and daintily woven macrame 

When I was happy sailing paper boats in my wonderland, spangled with dewdrops and rime.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

Pic Courtesy:Image by Eva Michálková from Pixabay

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