Tiny Toes

Opening my eyes to the caressing touch,

Of rays gleaming through the panes,

A sudden rush of glow and warmth,

Course through my pulsating veins,

In anticipation of joys to come...

A short wriggle, a twist, and turn,

With bated breath I perceive,

A marvelous creation in progress,

A grandiose plan hatched,

Sculpted to perfection anew...

A minuscule hope blooms,

Promising a bundle of cuteness,

Gathering care, support aplenty,

Hanging on to a cord for sustenance,

Develops wings and flies.....

Fluttering imagination paints a hue,

Of aspirations and dreams for the tiny bud,

Vivid perception of the horizon,

Uttering prayers for the realization,

Of fruitful ambitions...

Dawns the day, bright and clear,

Bearing the gift of Almighty,

A beacon of happiness alights,

Lighting up a morbid existence,

The stork's arrived...

Precious moments whizz by,

Eyes riveted on an innocent being,

A sweet helpless tug at heartstrings,

Unwavering glances,  with surprise, filled,

A clandestine love blooms...