Three to four,
In just an year.
Time knows to fly,
Always, in here.
My precious joy..
You turned four,
I thank my stars,
As I watch you grow,
Running and laughing,
Jumping and bumping,
Cuddling and messing,
Hugging and kissing,
Driving me crazy,
With no fear nor doubt,
I thank my stars,
For this cosmic bliss.
I Pray to the grace,
To keep you pure,
Naive and clever,
Healthy and happy,
Today and forever.
the poem expresses beautifully The bliss of motherhood. Fine art Ashi Suresh
Such a nice poem, A. M. A. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Precious joy of a child! Having a child. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem express beautiful and This poem reminds me of my chil