Another Aquarius added to the collection
On the Fourth of February
Demanding ultimate love and protection,
Despite arriving four months too early.
I had prayed for him to enter my life
And will pray for him until I die,
He wasted no time
And became the centre of our lives
Without a try.
This pretty baby with dark hair,
Pale skin and the darkest of eyes,
Is a warrior to some
A miracle to mum,
It has been eight years now
And he radiates warmth better than the sun.
Even when he cries or sulks,
Ten minutes later he delivers hugs in bulk,
Teaching me to forgive and smile
Without a trial
Even towards the oldest folks.
But pretty baby, I see myself in you.
We look alike,
But it's as though I can read your mind too.
You may feel misunderstood and strange
In a house filled with characters of great range,
But give it some time and you will see
How much we all love you
And how great it is to be Bebe.