Jacks Andajill- -On Saturday Afternoons Comments

Jill, the one, smells the aroma As the olactory caught Acknowledging time spent together Placed much weight to wait For nothing can bound the horizon Woven together under sun Rooted in affection deep Watered with tears laid Untill tree becomes the niche To house multitudes along with Fruits and flowers of its own.

but later born will be modifications of many JACKS but a singleJill oven one only.... beautiful conception Jacks though many it seems Walk the very same Talk the very same Nurture the very same Care like one's own....contd..