The boy in pink

Watching him tumble over

the baby elephant,

his fuzzy mane tousled,

and then, undaunted,

as he got up to test his

new-found stand-up skills,

a comedian unknowing,

unsure on his feet

but sure of where he stood,

in awe of his awe of all

things, big and small,

from the calendar on the wall

to the painting abstract,

surface-testing with

light scratches,

patting you back even as you

picked him up into a cuddle,

tickled pink

oh, how i wish he was mine!

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4 Responses to The boy in pink

  1. rashmenon says:

    @ andy: like that you like 🙂

  2. rashmenon says:

    @ noruffdays, 7theaven: thank you for noticing this one 🙂

  3. Neetika says:

    I wish he was mine too 🙂

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