Soft Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I drank soft water.
Then some soft orange juice.
I liked them both.

I ate soft ice-cream,
Then soft vanilla cake,
That some cook did bake.

I smelled the soft petal,
Of a rose,
It's sweet aroma delighted,
My nose.

I held you one day,
Oh soft baby of a kind.
The baby in the image of my mind.

And then, oh softest baby,
You came out into this world,
And you softened it with your,
Baby sweetness,
Your soft baby charm.