Blood can never be broken nor bent by any pandemic
In you is the gene that can not be mimicked
By Tom, Dick and Harry or mere platonic…
Like larvas metamorphoses to butterflies
It is indeed so beautiful how fast time flies
Seems as if you grow every time I blink my eyes
Soon you will no longer crave for mom’s breast milk
A big girl from a version of great microcosmic
I can’t wait to see you become a classic chic.
Through the Aisle, to bearing children of my link
But today you are three months old still sucking milk
As my tender replica, mirror image and palindromic
I couldn’t have chosen a better first fruit other than you
Together we will go on adventures when the time is due
Intriguingly exciting they are to be, that I promise you.