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Rishi Menon

Rookie (12-Feb-1997)

The greatest gift of all


The minutes seemed like hours
Enhanced by his anxiety
Crushing knuckles to the bone
He waited for his first born

The woman in white appeared
With something wrapped in fine linen
The Fair Child was strangely quiet
Those little eyes sparkled like diamonds

He held the little one with a shiver
Trembling without fear
For his strength was in the arms that held
The little one so dear

A tear rolled down his eyes
As he looked upon his first child
The world seemed to be a haze
The perfect moment in place

The moment passed and he ran
To the little ones mother
There she lay in slumber
Once a girl, now a mother

The circle of life continues
The little one is tall as his mother
He is in school but will soon go
To college and beyond

He shall visit the great lands
And win many laurels
Swell with pride on accolades
Tell stories of his escapades

But one day, when he cradles
A small bundle in his arms
The perfect moment shall reveal
The greatest gift of all.


Ash (Rishi's Dad)

Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, September 18, 2012

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