The softness of his hand, the smell of his skin
The sparkle in his eyes, that toothless grin
The soft, hairy cheeks, the silken hair
The fingers that curl around mine saying I will always be there
The sound of his burp, the shape of his nose
The tiny feet with long slender toes
The curdled milk on his freckled face
The peaceful sleep amidst the craze
On his birth day, I got this present
Wrapped in white blankets, straight from heaven
With this gift, my life’s complete
What else could anyone give that could mean more than this.
Shilpa Roy Kota 