Cuddled unto my bosom,
Holding his chin barely above
My shoulder, tries to
Raise his head
To see the big,big world
Before him, while we take
Our daily, rather hurried walk
Giving his mama
Time to tidy up.
His big, bright, marble eyes
Glint to see all
The green before him.
His nappy is rolled up.
I feel the smooth skin
Of his tiny buttocks,
Velvety to the touch.
His feeding time is a marvel.
While sucking like a puppy,
He plays with mamma's hands
And stops for a second
To show her a toothless gum
And a series of coo s.
His biggest smile is reserved for his seeya
While he needs me
When he is bored to death
On the bed!
He holds on to his mama
For his food, sleep and for comfort.
But when his papa,clad in a bath towel,
Comes after an evening shower,
Binu forgets them all
And jumps to him
Leaving his nappy
And everything behind.
(this was written when he was seven months old.)
(this was written when he was seven months old.)
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