Drunken full with milk,
He's lying down there,
With his chubby hands
Fighting with the air,
Riding a cycle
With his active feet,
Crooning his own song
With a rhythmic beat,
Happy is his heart,
Simple childish joy,
Small and smiling smart,
Our home's brightest boy.
10.12.2019
THIS POEM IS ABOUT MY ELDER SISTER'S CUTE LITTLE BOY, EBENEZER....
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