That was a moment to cherish,

Where feelings of joy would never perish,

Those teeny toes and puny hands,

Were yet to blossom in my palms,

A serene look on the face,

And partly opened eyes that amaze,

I kissed the forehead gently,

Painting divine thoughts deftly,

While I felt a wobbly heart,

Prayed silently that nothing should do us apart,

The fragile angel let out a feeble cry,

Snoozed off in a while with a soothing lullaby,

This was just the beginning,

In the expedition of parenting.