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The Princess and the Frog

Updated on May 28, 2015

Been around for five decades

Reflects on life's lessons in bewilderment

So much in such a short time

No fortune teller's predictions were right

Remembers her childhood

It only seems like yesterday

A little princess she was under her father's reign

Only to last until the day

He decided to indulge into that eternal sleep

It changed swiftly

She kissed her prince & married him

He turned into a frog

Her loveless marriage turned her prey

To her husband's cruelty

But it will soon be over

The endless wait

CANCER : she hated that word

The excruciating pain

She did not want to put up a brave face anymore

When will it end?

But there was nothing to worry about

She was a princess again

All she had to do was kiss the frog...


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      lex123 5 years ago

      Very touching poem, written from your heart.

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      Chaya Parmessur 6 years ago from FRANCE

      Dear Lastheart, Thanks a lot for your comments.

      When we write about our pain and share, often we realise that a lot of people go through similar experiences. Somehow, we do not feel alone anymore.

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      Maria Magdalena Ruiz O'Farrill 6 years ago from Borik√©n the great land of the valiant and noble Lord

      Blesses, Chaya! You wrote to start with: Volunteering in Remote India...but...I stared with this one. Perhaps, because I kissed a frog who is now my blue prince.

      Intrigued, sad, but a true poem. My mother is also a victim of cancer. We have learn a lot from it; in benefit of our spiritual life. Cancer could be defeated as many other bigger and smallest things; with God. When people write from their hearts, others gain wisdom. Thanks, for sharing.

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      Chaya Parmessur 6 years ago from FRANCE

      Binaya it sounds like we have had very similar childhood! Thanks.

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      Binaya.Ghimire 6 years ago

      It just reminded me my childhood. Superb.

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      Chaya Parmessur 6 years ago from FRANCE

      Hi Jerry. Thanks for the great comments. The poem was actually about my mother's short life and I guess I wrote that poem as therapy for my loss and also sadness at my mother's unhappy life. You are right that greatest comfort is from God and I do believe my mother is living as a princess again elsewhere...where there is no suffering.

      Appreciate your comments!

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      www.lookseenow 6 years ago

      I see in your post a depiction of a loveless marriage, her tyrant husband was a prince, but turned into a frog. We don’t have to look far to find the terrorists, they could be right in our own homes.

      God, not like the frog, will not let you be tempted beyond what you can endure, plus along with the trial he will also make the way out. Hopefully you turn into a princess again, or you get to live in paradise. What could be better? Go to

      In the search box type in the word paradise, and see what comes up.

      You need comfort, but you find comfort by writing beautiful words. That’s therapy. Reading the Bible is good therapy also, because what he gives, you in turn can give to others. It spreads much like these threads we are responsible for launching into our posts, and comments. How does God do that? He’s like a Father of tender mercies and the God of all comfort. He comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those in any sort of tribulation through the comfort with which we ourselves are being comforted by God. (2 Corinthians 1:3, 4)

      Great post, and best regards from Jerry jghn

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      Chaya Parmessur 6 years ago from FRANCE

      This poem is dedicated to my mother and all those who have perished to this terrible disease.