An “Era” of Magic
An Ode to my Niece Era, and her parents.
Wide eyes like buttons,
Enrapturing the folks;
Twinkling with innocent strokes
Of mischief and zest.
Her toothless grin peeking,
Through clouds of fluffy cheeks,
Animating her face; her radiance —
Like golden sun streaks.
Gurgles of laughter
At being tickled by Daddy;
Tears and whimsies
to be the center of his Universe;
Early morning long drives,
or virtual rides in the stroller,
Guffawing the whole time;
But her favorite seat
Being Daddy's back;
Alternate rounds
of falling, climbing,
never tiring her ever!
Curiosity, her sparkle;
Little brain full of why’s,
Observing and absorbing
Every teeny tiny detail!
Living up to her name,
Her childhood
an Era of magic,
an enchantment
of her parents' world;
that no wand could ever create!
Thank you for reading!
This is an Ode to my Niece Era who’s now 9 months old. I’ve never really been around kids, so she’s practically the first little human with whom I’ve interacted. I haven’t met her for four months, due to being under lockdown in different cities. Her daily videos via WhatsApp are the only way. She’s a bundle of cuteness and innocence coming up with new quirks everyday and entertaining everyone around.
