Shravan's 1st Year
a year gone by, a lot to tell in grand fashion, we will bid farewell (to the year) when he was born, he was tiny as a tadpole tiny fists, tiny toes, eyes and hair, black as coal full of questions, a distant sigh for when i am gone, he wonders why twinkling eyes and a longing gaze he welcomes me home with a warm embrace sit and stand, climb and crawl try he will to master them all sounds he makes, though words they are not full of expressions, he communicates a lot stealthy as a cat, he longs to throw everything in sight, high and low grown he has, a foot or more a long mane of hair, which we adore a year gone by, a lot to tell through my eyes fall memories, all pell mell