Ouch!

Love the way he cycles for hours,
In between the chats and giggles.
My heart falls on my feet often,
When he vanishes round the corner.

Exhausted, I fall on the big bed,
Aah ! I shout as Legos are there.
Wake up suffocated at night,
To find him sleeping on my chest.

Long to see him wake up smiling,
Find myself lonely if out of sight.
Though his tantrums are aloud,
I rather prefer them to his silence.

Kavitha Patchamalai