Love Was

Love was

Love was,when I first saw you
Wrinkled, red, eyes screwed up tight

Love was, when I first held you
Traced the contours of your tiny fingers

Love was, when I first whispered in your tiny ears
And you answered with a resounding wail

Love happened,when you first smiled
That toothless, gentle smile, in sleep , of the angels

Love toddled , learnt it's first steps
Holding on to love's hands

Love grew , with you
With each milestone
With every breath

Love is ,wherever you are
Whenever,I outgrow myself
To see the world, as you.

--shubha

P.S. A song for my son

Fatherhood song

Fatherhood song

I sent you,a black and white picture of little shoes,

In your head, you may color them pink or color them blue,

For God willing ,the little joys and agonies of fatherhood will soon come to you,

And although little feet may adorn these shoes or go quite bare,

You will find yourself, often carrying them there,

First cradled in your arms as fragile wonders,that grew,

That let you rediscover the world,anew,

Then in your arms , on your shoulders, or your back

As they pepper you with questions from their never ending stack,

But always in your heart, like a familiar song,

Where you can hum the tune, but get the words wrong,

That gives you the reason to persevere,to cherish,to right every wrong,

And the courage to go on.

--shubha