Precious Poem by umoh cyril

Blossom under the sky,
Right under my eyes,
Still innocent to this life,
A fresh mind that can't lie,

Crying and wanting for more,
Innocent yet a little stingy,
Oblivious to what life holds,
Still smiling at anything new,

Crawling under the sky you did,
Crouching and looking yet still blind,
Blind to factors that breaks innocence,
Sighing when you thought you had won,

Looking at you now with a lump in my throat,
You are now a lady and a mother indeed,
No longer innocent to what life holds,

A matured epitome of my long lived home.