Born, in big hands of my mom, i was small.
Growing, taught me to learn.
Skills and Imagination, discovered from dad and mom’s behaviour, i was so small.
Learn to say mom, still i was smart,
pronounced it right on the very first time.
I was born addicted to emotions, feeling and expressions.
I was bright little to my mom, dad’s eyes.
Started to crawl, still smarter than you all.
Learned to crawl, practising on my father’s back_ground 🙂
My white teeth, fresh and enrich always ready to bite.
I mesmerise with my twinkling eyes,
mom and dad’s had to yes alright, every single time.
My mouth is so small, even spoon don’t fit right.
Belly seems always stuffed, handful of food if just enough.
I do see my hands, five division, fingers?
My tiny leg and little finger of sets.
I directly come from gods.
created and exported to earth.
When I was Born.
BIRTH TO DEATH: I AM TINY, FOREVER SMALL, IN MY MOM DAD PRESENCE.