My baby's first day...

The numb touch of feather,
The coziness of soft velvet sinking ,
A peek that stole through,
Was my lovely baby peeking…

A lifetime sped through in front,
Of ups and downs and falls and bend,
But the glimpse seemed enough,
To justify everything and fend…

She said a thousand stories,
Through the little movement and the wad,
A gurgle of a smile paled
Every sensation that I ever had…

A rare feeling of déjà vu,
Tinkled up the spine ,
A clearing around the throat,
And then, all I did was pine …

I reluctantly moved to leave her
to the comfort of motherly touch
And waited for another look
Praying for being given so much..

On a solitary hour at home,
I melted into the depth
For there was a far away whisper
Of each of my baby’s breath…