From the moment you see the babies face the face you have waited 9months to see.
The immense love overwhelming you, the hopes and dreams to follow
These are the tender years.
The first smile even though it was probably wind,
The first tooth you forget the nights of non-sleep, when baby cries in pain
The first step, the re-organising of the room so no injury can be had
The first word you argue whether it’s dadadad or mamamam that is said
All add up to be the indispensable time
That is engraved on your mind , Indelible, always will be there
Surely these merit being called,
The tender years.