~I’m Waiting ~
I’m waiting for your music
Your tune that I never heard before
Tiny finger tips stringing on my being
Bring your music on
Seems a lifetime that I spent waiting
Connect me to you in a language of your tune
Nothing lost in translation
As your music needs no words of language
Just tiny tinkles on my soul
Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi
Labels: Baby, Mother and Child, motherhood, Nasra Al Adawi, Omani poetess
posted by iamnasra at 2:13 PM
12 Comments:
those tiny tinkles feel real nice
un gran beso, iamnasra
santiago
May you have a blessed waiting and blessed day with baby come soon.
My best wishes to you my dear friend!
feel so timeless, love the verses //Seems a lifetime that I spent waiting//
hi Nasra, how are you?
Thats truly sweet... may God bless you dear.. happy waiting:))
Take care
I like this, and especially like how child-centered this line is:
"Connect me to you in a language of your tune"
Ohh, I didn't know. How wonderful.
I am mostly at synch-ro-ni-zing now - not flying.
A wonderful life to be is there.
And a gentle soul waiting.
Two lives split into three to continue the flow. Beauty
Thanks for the complement on my poem. From you, it is a true blessing.
Wonderful, sweet, gentle
Estas esperando?
Deveras?
beso y abrazo
one of the best i've ever read on the subject of the bond between mother and child...
"Nothing lost in translation..."
wow! this tells a lot...
what you are experiencing is so sublime... with your child's birth and taking care of her/him, you are born anew too... to a new world...
namaste!
Hi Nasra,
Music inspires me, too. This flows lovely like a song of the heart.
(Visit my site and/or see your email to see who this was/is)
Your friend who has been away too long
So beautiful, Nasra...The discovery of each other is yet another journey to cherish-- a regular pioneer you are now, exploring territory hither to unknown in humanity and human kind--a new soul. Each sound, each scent, each time you look in those new eyes, you'll be stepping on virgin moons-- and oh, that light in those eyes when they look up at you-- such trust and sacred knowledge of belonging to you... Truly a poem to be discovered in the writing. --Charlie
lovely--simply lovely
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