My storyteller

The chill breeze blew,

The rain droplets on my veggies,

Exhibited the beauty of nature.

Tasted the greenery

Every morning around me,

Around my little one.

The beautiful art of tiny hands,

And the cool breeze,

Brought me to the miracle of God,

As on my child's birth,

Every morning, everyone said to me,

"He is weak and would have the defects".

I felt the blessings of God in me,

Through his awesome talents...

And talents of mine. 

The curiosity in him

Made me laugh, Yet

Forging me a curious mind for learning!!! 

I call him a storyteller,

But, everyone calls me,

A storyteller!!!