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He Came Walking To Me…

I recall that day of early Spring…
When he came walking to me.
A little aloof by nature,
Still very chirpy and friendly.
Dark hair and hazel eyes,
His heart always spoke,
The truth and never lie.
My motherhood still awake,
Hugged him with all my heart.
A strange feeling shook me inside,
As he was related to me and is mine…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag