Few lines on my son.
Touch wood, my son is a real beauty
© 2010 Dr.P.Elayaraja
Touch wood, touch wood, touch wood,
My son is so beautiful……
As beautiful as a dew on the flower,
As beautiful as a lawful awesome lover,
His drooling becomes my holy river,
Being with him makes seconds the hour,

Touch wood he was born as we had planned,
Footed in our minds has begun to stand,
We never knew his beauty when he was scanned,
He is a perfect picture made by our DNA strand,

The charm that he spews is always really grand,
I wonder if he holds a kind of magic wand,
© 2010 Dr.P.Elayaraja
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