The feathery touch of the small fingers
The bubbly cheeks that are longing for a kiss
A priceless smile from the curves of the red cherries
The fragrance for which no perfumes can match
The crawl that always amaze
A tender walk that fumble upon to feel the earth
The melody which we hear through the soft whispers and talks
Happiness is, to see the world through the eyes of your child
And to watch your child grow every day.
No perfumes can match! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
No perfumes can much! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tender walk that fumble upon to feel the earth thanx for the poem