My son, to us, you’re so very special For reasons not just one or two! But when you announced your arrival first At an unexpected time and age-
Was it with joy or fear, still not so sure That I first felt the faint stirrings of life inside Sure, when you barged in more like a late night guest You gifted us with a mixed pack
After eight months of anxious wait When you showed up a little earlier than due With a clear shriek and a piercing cry All our fears vanished, all anxiety fled
Like a cute little kitten with eyes shut You slept peacefully day and night Refusing to **** your mother’s breast That again put your mom in severe stress
You never threw any tantrums wild As all other babies usually do Pleasantly gentle with a chuckling smile You were a spring flower, come alive
You readily accepted the cast away stuff; Broken toys and milk stained bib, Faded clothes and the little crib, Used recklessly by your naughty brother
You never gave us any stress or pain Even in days of adolescent strain You were ever gentle and ready to mingle With eyes lit up with a delectable twinkle
You are endowed with a loving heart When we are glum, you are by our side Your compassion, care and abiding love Are truly gifts, God has blessed you with
You know every nook and corner of the house Where each little thing placed and kept If something is amiss inside the house You run with a click and get it by trick or fluke
As you left for studies, miles away The house looks empty like an abandoned nest With no more songs in early dawn Until once you return to give it a tilt
Time will fly and you’ll be grown An adult, ready to soar into the world But you are the reason that keeps us young And give our tired legs an unusual spring
You lit our yesterdays with hopes for tomorrow And even after your hairline recedes Even after you become man and Dad You remain once and ever our *‘Vava’ dear!
I conceived my second son at a late age. Naturally we had fears if the baby would be healthy. But God proved our fears to be irrational.... He became our joy and has been with us through out..... a very understanding and compassionate fellow! I wrote this poem four years ago, soon after he left home for his medical studies. I got inspired to post it on seeing Kristy Renae Dalton’s poem My (((Son-Shine))) ‘Vava’ is a term of endearment to refer to a baby !