The kite..

Her eensy-weensy fingers folded the paper into a triangle, but she adverted it as a kite. Yes, imperfections are endearing especially when it’s is done by tikes. “Boooom….” a sound blared. Squinting her eyes, she sat down abruptly by closing her ears. “Hahaha.. it’s just a cracker” , I japed taking her into my arms….

Happiness of having a neonate !

  ❤ The smile when I placed my lips on his foot made my day. ❤ Holding his little finger effaces all my demonic thoughts.. So, here is a poem for him..   Copyright © Optimistic Soul Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner…