One September evening, at 6 O’clock,
I first met her..
Eyes with sparkling purity, tender touch of her skin,
From the moon she must have been..
Her tiny hands and little toes,
Like petal of rose, her pink shiny lips made my heart beat pause…
I held her in my arms for the first time, as close as I can..
I could still smell the fresh new born skin and feel those tiny fingers touching me and then my soul forever…
On your born day, a mother was born too and fell in love with you and will be forever there for you..