When I First Held Him Poem by Monita Soni

He was a tiny bundle
Of love in my arms

His sweet clean face
A dear sharp nose

Delicately chiselled lips
Light golden hair

Two eyes a very light
Sky blue

My heart was warm
My soul content

I had a son
An image of the charismatic

The magic flute
resonated my being

He will hold my hand
Take baby steps

Play hide and seek
Learn the alphabet

Listen to my songs
Lisp the nursery rhymes

Climb into my lap
With grubby hands and a smutty face

Laugh in his sleep
Pray with me at the alter

Chase his little sister
Round and round

Eat spoons full of butter
With child like delight

He did all that
And much more, to my delight

Little did I know
I will have to be content

With these handful of memories
And will always yearn

To see if he faired well
In his first game of cricket

Did he fall and skin his knee
Learning to bicycle

Did his heart flutter
When he saw a young damsel

Did he think of me
Burning the midnight oil

My twenty six year old son
Is quite a man now

Successful career person
Skilfull with numbers

Determined to add academic degrees
Like colorful feathers to his cap

My mother's heart
Swells with pride

Deep dowm in my bones
I can sense that despite the distance

He silently loves me!