His face, so divine,
reflecting unfathomable peace,
His lips curved into a smile,
the kind that fills the heart with unwavering faith,
His little angelic eyes,
filled with hopes and dreams of tomorrow,
His delicate little fingers,
curled around my finger,
A gesture –
that transforms everyday moments
into the precious ones.
Great love fills the heart,
a rich feeling of pride sets in,
As I hold him, my nephew,
in my arms that at times,
Feel so incompetent to hold such bundle of joy.
My eyes …
reflection of him in them,
Search for the traces of recognition in his.
I hope he knows,
How much he is loved each day.
(C) Arti Honrao
Please do NOT copy this poem. I still remember how my poem for my father was copied by someone and modified into a love poem. Please respect the feelings that go behind the writing of a poem.
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