I was about 6 when I drew something in school and got a star.
Proud and happy I ran to show it to mom as I reached home.
The drawing of a flower which was red
Throwing fragrance on the page.
Mom patted my back saying ‘it looks very nice’.
Suggested I must show it to dad when he returns that night.
Grinning with joy I held it close to my heart.
Evening brought a friend of mom for tea
She called me to show dear aunty my deed
I ran back to my room and carried out my possession for the day
Aunty said it’s so nice and so clear my dear.
Mom gleamed and said
‘Oh yes she is my shining star indeed’
Then something caught her attention
She ran her fingers on the leaf
With two shades of green
Who taught you to draw these lines on the leaves ?
I shrugged my shoulder and said
‘I know where they belong’
She pulled me with love and I curled on her lap
These are not lines mumma
But veins are they called!
She was attentive to my art
I must pay attention too
Many things I wanted to draw
To keep intact her growing awe.
Till date when I doodle mindlessly
A leaf is born somewhere in the scribble
Could it be a coincidence ?
Or her love
Running through my veins…
Daily Prompt : Coincidence