My Son-shine!

 

I carried you for nine months

Now that you are mine

It's a whirlwind of emotions

A love so pure and divine.

When I saw you for the first time

I was overwhelmed with joy

When I heard your first cry

And the doctor said- it's a boy!

As I held you in my arms

And gave you skin-to-skin

With all the love and warmth

I carried you within.

Two tiny hands to hold on

A smell so fresh and sweet

The skin so soft and pink

Baby, you made me complete.

The touch so warm and gentle

The twinkle in your eyes

You light up our little world

With your coos and cries

I want to live in the moment

For as long as I could be

To hold you in my arms

Before I set you free!

Poem by Harsha Hazara