Friday, March 18, 2005

My freind's baby

She is not yet two and she wiped her mama’s tears.
She was not even an year old when she first sloppily kissed them away.

She is normally a scaredy little cat but becomes mama’s little knight, ready to make war with anyone whom she deems threatening to her mama.

She is a tiny angel, with soft dark wavy hair, big-button eyes, a sweet pout and with a mind of her own.

She taught me that the bond with my mother was forged when I was a pocket-sized edition of my present self.

God bless her right down to her little pink toes!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Naz u are not just the writer of words, but purveyors of emotions keep it up