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Hazel’s Diary: Admiring you

With radiance of a sun
crystal like an ice,

Conspicuous to those
with or without both eyes…

Innocent and tender
well wrapped in my hands

Till you get satisfied,
I will have no crumbs

The rains, winds, snows and
thunders may come as storms

Wherever you go
fairweather must conform…

In my eyes, you stay little
hope you were told,

The gods respects
the rare beauty you behold

Like ice on a cake, things you
touch will turn to gold.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: My beautiful child

Heavens gave you strength, shield, arrow and a bow
And made your charms colorful like a rainbow

Your infectious smile is like a yellow sun,
Its magnanimity brings about a new dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Wonderful Daughter

You are such a beautiful Princess
Peaceful from birth, you are a wonder
My pride, my child, my lovely daughter

The best of astonishment Earth ever graced
From your tender eyes the heavens loom through
To see the secret of the blooming rose trees.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 3months old

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Our reflection

Hazel my daughter in whom I am well pleased
In her I see the feminine version of myself
And from another angle I clearly see her mummy

We are the images, and she is a plate
The ultimate father of lights is the picture
While life is the light, that placed us in her

She smiles infectiously like her mother,
And filled of enthusiasms like her father
Apples really do not fall far from its trees

She is our combination in reflection
Reason we are gifted from the father of lights
For she chose us, we never precisely picked her…

I see our noses, eyes and our reflection
It baffles me how breaths could replicate
Forming a perfect mirror image of it selves.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Do not flinch

Hazel my child you are so pure
Inside you is a super gene
Transcribed from wit and translated
From immeasurable greatness;
Your beauty is bright as a sun
With a strong untamed energy,
You represent a winning brood
Under God’s wings, favor and grace
Make the most of the brood you are.

Hazel my child, you will fly but
Before you run, you must first walk
Give yourself time to reach the moon
Steps on ladders have a purpose
For an introspective idea
All you need is to make a move
And never you be scared to fail
“Quitting cold turkey”, is the wedge
Only between you and success.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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 ripe Avocado pear

Her brain must be versatile
Though she looks small and fragile
Her strength is seen in her eyes
Frozen but she 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 all jewelries.

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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
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