My Son
He cried
When he was born.
“It’s a boy”, doctors said.
Tears of happiness burst out from eyes,
I cried.
His hug,
So rich in love,
With small arms having charms;
Even heaven can’t be better,
I swear.
If he is
Awake, he is busy;
My son likes to explore,
Never stops since he’s turned to a
Toddler.
His words
Baby babbles
So sweet and expressive
No noise can be found more melodious
Anywhere
His smile,
Very versatile,
Full of innocence but it’s
Mischievous and mysterious at the
Same time
Copyright © Jyoti Sonnet | Year Posted 2007
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