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

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Reka Mukund said…
Awesome ...love it!

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