My First Book

Never had I ever thought,

You were the dream I always sought.

The initial shock, the stunned silence,

Turned into mirth and joy in an instance.

What were you, my tiny little one?

Emotions twirling as typhoon spun

The epitome of perfection inside out-

You are my bliss, my peace, I would shout.

Precious as the first born were you,

Birthed with feelings novel and new.

Every feature, every element you held,

Were conceived in rhyme, love unparallelled.

I mentioned rhyme you say?

Yes, it is the book of poems to portray.

An assortment of poems, themes that vary,

Presents but reflections of life primary.

Verses woven with thoughtful precision,

Experience, observation builds its notion.

The values and lessons it may imaprt,

Will remain in you, not to depart.

A book of substance, sure to spear,

Its messages fair, loud and clear.

They give justice to my perception,

Reflections in Rhyme is my proud creation!

Reverie