First Words (Little One 7/20)

Mumma, Mumma from my little blake,

Keeps me always active and awake.

I do cherish this lovely sound,

But listening 372 times a day does make my head pound.

She is small and is growing up,

Maybe when she grows up it will stop.

But I do ponder in a funny way,

I still say Ma 200 times a day.

Some things will never change with time,

It is a bond built dime by dime.

Indeed it is unconditional love,

Little birds and the mother dove.

I remember when the first time I heard,

Mumma from my little bird.

Sometimes when she is far away,

I hear her voice even from grass and hay.

I wish all happiness and success from her,

And she calls me Mumma forever.