Something out of nothing

Something out of nothing

As a mother of two creative kids, I always observe them meticulously and try to be part of their musical gig be it games, crafts, drawing or creating lyrics. Yesterday my elder kiddo started singing his own lyrics to which my younger one added hip hop. The meaningless words turned into a musical composition.Haha......it was impressive. The next turn was of mommy......I bit my finger and then raised my hand to recite one of my poems  "Affection"' published in 1995.....it goes like this: 

Stitched in nine

a meadow burning in glory

pioneer in pine 

stretching arm for a crony

one who receives must blanket 

or you escape in others heart

precious to be preserved in a casket

ere on an urn in the music of art

the dispensation must be at intervals

'cause though you are vast as the sea

the precinct in the inner well

that which unlocked through an influential key

your presence burgeons life,

and you are housed in man's hive.

            My two little ones gazed me with blank expressions and then looked at each other in utter disgust. Oh! I was team's out. I wrapped my soulmates into my arms and summarized the meaning of the poem which they associated with a rhyme of love. I just wanted to convey the message that what is the significance of affection in our life and how should we bind it. They decided to continue with that but with a new version......for them it was something out of nothing and for me, it was more than that.