For my son Hamza
You came to us as a blessing
I overwhelmed, showered my love in kissing
Were so delicate and small when born
And I always keen, how to adorn
I remember the day you gave me first smile
And babbled papa first, I never mind
You were sharp on noticing habits
Throwing rappers in a bin, soon as you grab it
You did your early milestones in time
All of a sudden there was a decline
We were so worried coz you not talking
were trying hard, but something was balking
me always gloomy, and your father blue
Left no stone unturn, for finding clue
Then prayers were finally granted
Came to this World, recovery seed finally planted
You were green and naive in beginning
something charming happened when my trust was thinning
You started with some small sentences
Your father and I both asked for repentance
The progress is still on its way
We are all fighting for you each day
I know you will win this Battle soon
And we'll find true Happiness after blue moon.
poem by Samima Shah
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