Tiny Pink Toes

A delicate face adorned with thick black hair

Pink lips and amber eyes of a timid hare.

Life taken over by the puny package, unaware

Delivered unto the world, to be nurtured with care

Spirits enriched  with love and fresh air.

 

The circadian rhythms forever in conflict

Impeding disagreements, did they predict?

The natural instinct to protect and nurture

Pitted against the curious amateur.

Sometimes strict, and many a times tricked

On the supreme victor, no final verdict.

 

The little hand that searched in the night

To snuggle closer and sleep tight

Baby steps to independent bike rides

Perfecting shoelaces to hairstyles tried

The sands of time slipped through the hour glass

Invisibly, the years rolled past.

 

Filled with moments of:

Love and laughter, Fun and frolic

Coolness and craziness, Milestones and missteps

Winning and whining, Silly frets and serious fights

Comfortable silences and Uncomfortable conversations

Impromptu escapades and Monotonous schedules.

 

With a sense of guilt and self doubt, the score card made

And devout prayers for a passing grade

 “Independence means taking responsibility for oneself and one’s actions, mama”

Was the quick response that came to my aid.

 

Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks 

As the tiny pink toes readied to take giant leaps

With wings of freedom yet roots of responsibility running deep

As you sow, so shall you reap!