The Little Prince- A Poem
The photo is of one of my best friend's baby brother. And his pet name is Prince. So this poem is solely dedicated to him. . . . .
The little prince descends,
Into her waiting arms.
From the heavens above,
And instantly, everyone he charms.
The mother can't express her happiness,
On the nineth cloud she does glide.
The father is ecstatic,
His eyes reflect nothing but pride.
Whatever those little hands touch,
Turns into pure gold.
Everyone craves to take him in their arms,
They crave for just that one hold.
Those pearly little eyes,
Curiously look here and there.
He roams around on all fours,
Spreading smiles everywhere.
To every one's horror,
He grows up rather too fast.
Soon he'll be walking too,
No more will his childhood last.
He is God's angel,
Here on earth as a prince.
He is the fountain of innocence,
With truth filled up to the brims.
He is the harbinger of happiness.
His presence makes all other things seem bland.
Everyday with him is beautiful,
It is a celebration, grand.
Enjoy his childhood while you can.
Because you never know,
When he grows up,
And when a change would show up,
In your life and his.
