My Angelic Prince

As the year is nearing the middle, comes summers and where I come from they are scorching hot. So there was nothing special about the month of May all these years. Except for the fact that they marked the summer vacations in school and university days but the heat made us relish holidays more in the Air Conditioned rooms rather than roaming much. But then all this changed in this special month when we were fighting those sweaty heats. Across the seven seas, in one beautiful county was born an angelic face as the month was nearing its end. And by coming to this universe, he was changing the world for many a people, changing relations and being the first of the next generation. His name means the fortunate one and he indeed has been the bundle of happiness for everyone. He is the gift of God and  prince of our lives- my nephew, whom I yearn to hold still and yet he brings all the joys in the boring lives.

I still remember when the news of you coming in this world reached my ears, I went mad jumping across the house for I knew I will no longer be the youngest one and there would be giggles of someone young doing rounds in the silence of our house.  I knew there is soon going to be someone I can hold, play with, and have the smiles of my life with a certain right. He is going to be ‘my baby’ in the same way I was ‘the baby’ for my brother. I have always loved babies , they somehow fill my life with happiness and the whole time till he came into this world has been a beautiful journey. His news reached my ears when I was going through the worse period. He reinforced my belief that God still wanted his special plans for me. And he brought a sprinkle of rains with the news of an ‘angel’ entering my life.

I still remember the time when I first saw the glimpse of you on a video call. Those tiny closed eyes and the soft skin with tiny hands and feets gave the angelic feeling which is still  undefined. My parents maintained it on seeing him that he was my copy and maintain it still when he is almost six months old and it gives me a different kind of happiness as I have always grown up being the darling of my brother and still am.

Those tiny hands I yearn to touch and wish to smile with their happiness. You persona seems like crafted specially by God’s special inkpot. As we fought through stressing works, bad health and depressing lives, the giggling antics still put us at peace.  In the wildness of the cluttered lives of your parents, you came as a stable point. From being the rumple being the transformation to responsible lives is what makes their world goes around.

Festivity is yet to reach the ground when you touch base to meet the other half of the family and I yearn to see the smile on the old faces of my parents and the joy your parents gain out of it. We might spoil you, we might tease you but yet we all love you the best .

Eyes fill with happiness
As they lay on a tiny angel
That lays in the cradle
And smiles with a naughtiness.

Far off , yet near you are
As we saw you grow each day
From crying tiny faces
To big eyes that recognize.

You sat the first time
In front of us and smiled
Now the camera makes you curious
As you snatch it around.

We kiss you in spirit
And smile with all your actions
Your sleep smile is to die for
As you dream of angels.

We see you grow and await
When we can carry you
And love the real you
Holding those tiny hands of bliss.

P.S. I would like to thank  Thursday Poets Rally  for the The Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally Week 58. I would like to nominate Lady Nimue for next week.

Written as part of The Month of the Year Challenge-Season 2.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, Theme Thursday, The Gooseberry Garden, Sunday Scribblings,OSI, The Poetry Pantry.