My Baby Poem by Seema Jayaraman

The flush of cream and pink
whiff of flush surfing tender face
oh! so soft like the cotton seed
floating released from ensconced cover
your eyelashes curled over rising cheeks
brush the color of early sunshine
Your puckered pink lips
the way they make a perfect O
blowing tiny bubbles ephemeral
When I hold and cuddle you
the sigh and coo and gurgle
that emanates deep within you
Is all the reward I need
to keep myself awake night on night
watching every moment, fall and rise
the gently drumming rhythm
the wonder of your soft eyes
bond of several past lives
in the twinkle in your eyes
the way you turn your head
slightly around to my movement
and to my sound, I am amazed
always seeking your Mother's eyes
Your tiny little dimpled arms
the delicate pink of frail fingers
so dainty and yet so sure and strong
when they curved my fingers knowingly
I remember the first time
trembling I tried a small manicure
with tears coursing down eyes
imagining the pain when you flinched
your perfect little toes a soft mauve
the numerous times I placed them
over my eyes and face
thanking God for the blessings
you brought home to me
I love you so, I tremble at the wonder
The right to call you mine
so perfect God's miniature image
placed in my lap to love lavish
the millionth time I caressed
simply to reassure myself
that this was real you were here
to thank you for birthing
the Mom in Me! !

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