A little bundle of joy

I walk in through the corridors
My pulse raising in anticipation
A feeling so good
I know I have been here before
A feeling that I know is no deja vu

Then gifted with another wait
for our baby was having a feed
In conversation knowing
how she entered our lives

The curtains draw open
I see a mother and child
Watched over by caring eyes
of a very proud father

What do I see...
sleepy eyes and tired smiles
and yet in all that
a glow of happiness

Born on the first day
of an aussie spring
is the fragrance of joy
guess why she is called Mehek..


Our little bundle of joy