TUTELAGE

Unborn child hears mother's humming,
Praying for the baby's safety and well-being,
From there the living soul starts learning.

The boy riding a bicycle, pedaling hard
To move the round wheels across the tarred plane.
His father has uncountably in time encourages him
To be brave and embrace it
A sign of confidante
A need of support.
There he learn.

Dolls filled a wonderful room
Plastered with decoration of girlish styles.
Flowers of all kind glued to the walls
Creating a secret garden for her alone.
She was told to be graceful, to respect people
To walk slowly with little attraction
As a stature of nobility
Of a maiden to be,
There she learn.

Walking past the boulevard was a man,
Of his height shadow,
Plucking the scent of the morning mist.
His hard hands clung deeply to his briefcase,
Looking back at the shinning sun
Before continuing his journey back
To his workplace.

A lady, dressed in bluish gown
Planted seeds of flowers
Brewing the rich soil to breed
New colors to the Earth.

Every now and then,
We'll be finding special things,
To be with in,
And through this ,
We are learning.