My Eshan, my son
He touches me
With the way he smiles
His laughter
Is my every joy
He carries the world
And the burdens
Of more than he should
But he is just a boy
If only there was a way
To bottle those smiles
Or put in a jar
His bubbling laughter
I would treasure each sound
Of joy from his lips
His every happiness is
My happily every after
My love for him
Knows no bounds
He has always been the one
Who makes me smile
With his cute little ways
And how he holds me tight
He is Eshan, he is my son
poem by Priya Patel
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