Say "Daddy" ...
Your eyes, tightly closed, and those tiny fingers twitching, the thick hair on your head, the pink tinge on your nose and cheeks, you snuggled into the curve of my arm like you knew it so well.
And how the next few days flew away, watching you sleeping, crying, messing up my clothes, as i held you to my chest, your mouth parting urgently for the feed. A moment you did make me wish I could do it.
So many things have happened in between, that we haven’t been able to meet. The next time I saw you after many months, you were a tiny angel, with those little knees dragging you all over and a temper to get you what you want.
I could see those eyes, the lop sided smile, the fingers, all so like mine but with the softness of the female form.
Coming uninvited didn’t hurt, when I could see you cutting that cake with one of your rare smiles. You don't laugh much, and sometimes you look at me as if you know everything, like you understand, like its fine.
Being with you, seeing you stagger as you try to walk with those still weak legs, falling down and looking up to be lifted. Taking you to the park, as I try to walk you with your tiny fingers holding mine. Very few days, but stored safely in time-tight containers deep inside.
Now i heard you are running, more mischievous, more teeth sprouting. She says you could repeat words, you could call 'mummy'. Wanted to ask if you ever say "Daddy", never did, another addition to those long list of unasked questions on what you are doing.