Two beautiful months!

As my little bundle of joy turned two months old, I thought of penning down her thoughts about me. So, here we go!



As I came out into the world, lovely, nice and bright,

The nurse handed me to a man, who stared at me with delight.

I soon went to sleep, in a nice warm sheet, very close to my mother,

Woke up to see the same person again, did the world have no other?

The face stared at me every day, every time I opened my eyes,

I wondered if he was jobless, or was he being really nice?

A week went by and it did change, for I started seeing him less,

I was happy to know he did some work, he wasn’t a complete mess.

I started seeing him more in the evenings, working his antics with élan,

Did all this come naturally to him, or did he work on it with a plan?

I slowly realized he was trying all this, just to see me smile,

The slightest curl of my lips, made him beam like a groom in the aisle.

He was eager to pick me up all the while, around the house he would walk,

His shoulders formed the horizon, and about everything I saw, he would talk.

I started getting used to him, to hold me in different styles he would dare,

Every time he changed his grip, I would raise my hand in a scare.

He might have realized what I felt; he started being more careful,

If I would cry for even a minute, he started to feel awful.

I realized this man was not a stranger, as I thought once he would be,

His constant presence did mean that he found joy in being with me.

I started hearing carefully, what everyone called him when we were together,

It did not take much for me to figure out, that this man is actually my father.  

I do know now that I can demand of him, when the beautiful world I want to see,

All I need to do is wave my hand and smile, and he will lift me and walk with glee.