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Hazel’s diary: Dad’s duplicate

I lay awake on the bed
Watching Hazel’s shape of head
And how the soft spot appear
Just like Avogadro pear

Her brain must be versatile
Though she looks small and fragile
Her strength is seen in her eyes
Frozen but still melts an ice

And each time I look at her
I see me deep inside her
She is my other copy
Far better than jewelries.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fall to rise

I sowed to reap fruits
But got uprooted roots
I awaited helpers
Yet got more takers
Now more than ever.

Yes, I am frowning
For, I am drowning,
And so on my own
Trying to make home,
In full flesh and bone…

Outcome dock my tail
More I try I fail
And fall on wrongs slides
More turbulent tides
Never fail to hide

From hot pot to fire
Consuming desires
Seems like luck and I
Got issues somehow
That tears fill my eyes

If you are falling
Like I am falling
Free your mind, let go
There are times that holes
Are best to regrow.

Worry not that none
Assisted your corn
Seeds that fall harder
Decay, grow better
Richer and stronger.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: She woke us up at dawn

It was about five thirty in the morning
On tenth day of march twenty twenty
The room was cool and conducive
Gradually, the journey to dreamland
Was fading and sweeter than ever.

Our heavy windows of vision were tightly closed
Preventing even the lightest of rays
So curled up on bed tucked in bedsheets
Outside, sunrise slowly dragged its feet
As we were reluctant to rise and shine

I bet the neighbors did just the same
Till out of the blues, came Hazel’s
First ever baby blab, way far from cries
Seems she was communicating to us
Smiling and repeating herself, like records

I bet she said: “wake, the sun is here”
Though we couldn’t comprehend what she said
Words can not explain how excited we were
Hearing and watching her express herself
Waking us up for the first time at dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel Diary: Treasured reflexes

I remember, your Moro reflex
How you stretched out those your tender hands
Like, ah Daddy don’t let me fall

You excelled in your rooting reflex
Whenever I tickled you, by your side
You turned, smiling wide, opening your mouth

Funny how you suck with great intense
Like mum will leave you unattended
I stare at you like, ride on my girl

Taking you outside, you closed your eyes
It seems the sun got nothing on you
Yes my child, you are also a star

And gradually from just a week old
You learnt how to firmly grasp my thumb
Raising you, you stimulate walking

Though I see how fast you are growing, Daily gaining weight as a result
Of your mother’s nutritious breast milk

I can not wait for you to be grown
So you can show me your stepping skills
Running around corners will be fun

The ossification of your bones,
Never looked better, than growing fast
Under mother’s love and caring arm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Growing and Glowing

Every lion was once a cub
Nature didn’t disturb
Nine months came, nine months gone
A shinning star was born
The heavens sang her song
Mine she chose to belong
Before the interaction
And all the attraction
In dream I saw her eyes
All shinning like the stars.

The joy of a father
Can never feel better
Watching your own creation
Lay on awesome cradle
Joy became flocculant
When I came in contact
With my baby Hazel
From blossom you could tell
Joy take worries away
Settling me, so to say.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Watching Baby Hazel Sleep

At times she cries, but my grip
Gently rocks her into sleep
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
There is a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
That gives me gigantic joy
Watching her rest without roil;
On my capable shoulders
As her dark eyelashes flutter
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

Could it be her striking pose
Or the way she placed her nose?
Whichever it is, she brings
Joy as a gift to my ring
And a fresh sweet morning breath…
In all dimensions, she scents
Like Rose in her cradle bed
Showering us love instead.
O what a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

While sleeping she slowly smiles
Like the Angels in lala lands
Blew at her, a million kisses
Baptizing her compliments,
For the love her parents pour
Has no rival, claws and flaws
Hence, when she burst into tears,
She can swear, we will be there,
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
Wish she would not grow older
Under our arms and shoulders.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire

Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend

But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.

Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da

For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight

But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Veracious

The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…

From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins

Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…

Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost

But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..

I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby

You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…

Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews

But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks

I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Two weeks

Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine

Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks

Being my precious child
And I just can not hide

The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…

Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..

As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…

Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have

All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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