My Child, My Joy. Poem by Meron Hailom

After I held you in my arms
after your eyes mate mine
I knew for the first time
to the tip of love I climb.

In you......
I saw the bless
you gave the bliss;
and in glimpse
Like handfull of sand
I saw my days.
Now hope is better
despair is lost
not only you
but I also was given birth.

I know now what real love means
you needed no word
to make me fall head over hills,
those little eyes
those little fingers
that tiny little nose of yours
your crawling legs
and your little face
with your little neat heart
always take my breath.