WOULD HE?

A pair of tiny hands folded into tight fists….

Petite trinklets adorn the little wrists…

Miniscule  feet so pink and curled…

As the sparkling eyes sneak a peek at the world…

A faint yawn escapes from those sweet lil’ lips…

“awwww”~ an aunt spontaneously quips...

The parents look down and gleam with joy…

At their little miracle…their beautiful boy!

Every insignificant move that he makes…

And the way his entire body suddenly quakes..

Everything gets an instant reaction…

Nobody wants to miss any of the action…

His parents stand gazing and smiling…

On the table  the gifts keep piling…

Even as he peacefully sleeps…

Tears of happiness his exhausted mother weeps…

I STAND THERE LOOKING AT THE MARVEL OF LIFE AND WONDER….

Would he remember all this after another 15 years?...

Would he still be the reason for his mother’s tears?..

What when those tiny hands start banging doors??

What when he argues about going biking despite downpours??

Will he then remember the smiles that greeted him into this world?

Or will he be lost in his own dream-world?

Will he remember the looks on their faces as they watched …

Or will the times just make him debauched…

Will he listen to them?

Or will he create utter mayhem??

EVEN AS  I STAND WONDERING….

The baby jolts as a series of hiccups start…

His mommy lifts him up into her arms…pats him and says…

“Its ok…my sweetheart”…..