How I Felt seeing my First-born
Nigh curious, anxious for a gift so grand,
To see the face of my newly born joy,
Half hoping to see daughter held in hand,
I walked with spring in steps and heart in buoy,
To feel the feeble face of infancy,
To peer at four pounds of thrill ah gift-wrapped—
A long-awaited bliss, rare ecstasy
At last in arms, new fatherhood on tap.
And yet, the newly sent bundle of joy
That showed imprints of mother more than mine,
My prayers answered well, but by a boy,
Not daughter, and still it was more than fine.
‘A gift from heaven, and no less dear still’,
I heard her, trying hard to hide my chill. __________________________________________
Sonnets |05.06.2014| son, daughter, gift
Poet’s note: It happened more than fifty years back and still so fresh in mind. This poem (originally titled: How I Felt Seeing My Son, was penned long years back.
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