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Wondrous BabyRamesh.N [1973-BTME]
(Dear Reader: This poem was written in 1984, when my first child, a daughter, was born. Trust you would also have had similar experiences as a parent) The day you were born was joy to my soul; In every action, you live life as a whole. When you smile, you light up my day; When you giggle, it's time for play. When you crawl, I look out for power points; When you finally sleep, there are aches in joints. When you sleep, you have a dream to tell; When you talk , you hold me in a spell. Just to think of you as God's creation; Makes me sacrifice in dedication. The light in your eyes is a mischievous thing; Just to see that, I could dance and sing. The dimples and gurgles that are very much you; Make a weary day bright, make me anew. Your first words and sit-ups are a delight; But the mess you create is quite a sight. You're a bundle of joy, an angel to me; I'd like you to be baby-like till eternity. |
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