Laughter of a Baby

The first time I heard his cry, I cried with joy that he's here.

Struggled a little, but took care of him without a fear.

The first time I see him smile, I smile back.

Seeing him cry in pain, my focus is in lack.

The first time he laughed made my day.

Whenever I feel upset, he makes me feel okay.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
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