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Hazel’s Diary: Happy 1year old

The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day
Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say
How fast the hand of time flew, nursing you my Hazel…

This life is indeed no bed of roses, but I promise
To give you everything desire to make you a bliss
Oh!! there goes my ever smiling child, scattering her cake….

In you I see a vine of sweet scenting beautiful flower’s blossom
So watering you, my adorable first fruit, is always awesome
But while on it, I must say, Happy birthday to you, Hazel.

Everything you touch shall indeed turn to gold
You are blessed, success shall locate you in multiple folds
All doors to greatest shall be open for your sake….

Staring at your beauty and bedazzled by your intelligence
They both say, the Angel you are is no coincidence
So grow up, make us proud, happy birthday to you Hazel.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: An Infant hobby

I don’t care
If she picked my growing shoes
Or her mother’s soft healing hands
As long as she is just my happy girl.

I don’t care
If she picked from either sides
Maternal or paternal light
So long she is the best in what she does.

I don’t care
I watch her smile sheepishly,
Humming to songs from the stereo
As if she knows the lyrics to the songs…

I don’t care
About the beats or musician
How did an infant love music
And happens to just love to dance as well.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Don’t be scared of the dark

You are our muse, the splendid joy we bear
Caught up in our lives, the love is crystal clear
Before now, to you darkness was never frightening
Neither did you wake up crying over nothing.

Where did you learn to be this scared
I have a message for you… Dear Hazel,
“…If shadows spread tall and wide over at night
It doesn’t mean that it will forever remain like that

Darkest hour is always before the dawn
A spring eternal is how your hope should be drawn
Walk up to us from your room to the parlour
We are your knights in shinning armors

The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true
And it all begins deep down from you
Laugh and the world would laugh with you
Cry not my dear, all that we got is you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s diary: Hazel you are blessed!

The things you exhibit at this tender age
Would make the world read you page by page

Beauty with brain, a perfect combination
Coupled with your drive and determination

Growing up awesomely is a must
But know that adulthood has its storms

And the blood running through you will see you through;
For we are great achievers, winning is all we do…

Some goals may appear as a blurry mirage
But believing is the secret for success to emerge

And all about rightly developing yourself
Learning from the past and future shelves

In this fast growing world with craves and tastes
Worry not, just be yourself by default you are the best.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Childcare

Childcare is deeper than an affair
You don’t need yours to be aware,
Staring at my own lovely Hazel
Within a moment you will be ensnared

Like a wildfire the affection smears
Spreading all over your head
Unbreakable, it is so clear
I love my daughter Hazel.

Few times really loud she cried
Pouring out those innocent tears
And whenever she finally smiles
I bet you, a broken bone is repaired.

Mom a nurse, most times she ain’t here
To change the diapers and nightwear
T’s not so easy I must swear
While babysitting, I don’t fear…

Other than mom’s more to bear
Hazel and I, got no love to spare,
Though most times it seem so unfair
But that’s what you get being ensnared.

“E’ gwun” and “Da… da…” the first words she ever said
Odd, but indeed none can compare
With Dad’s sweet happy baby girl
“I love you so much”, darling Hazel.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 7 months old

Upon every new dawn
You seem to become more fun…

Growing so swiftly in strength
And good healthiness as well…

In all forms and dimensions
I can possibly mention…

Seriously your wonder
Often makes me to ponder

How charming you are in jeans
While dressed up in my genes

As you clock seven months old
May your blessings not miss road…

My sweet beautiful love bug
My love is more than mere hugs.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 6 Months old

6 months old Hazel

From blown balloon to neonate
She has made me a proud dad…

Today is the yesterday
Half a year ago she was born.

Amazing, soon comes the spoon
Picking solids outside breast milk.

Even as time transforms her
In my eyes, she remains neonate

Giggling in memories
Where I guild her while she crawls.

Six months, I still water her
Watching her shine and flourish

Praying she bloom and rule
For Dad loves her, forevermore.

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

Hazel’s Diary: Cutting

Adorable in my arms
Adorable how time flies…
Innocent and tender
With poop stinking diapers

Tooth fairy should merry
Rejoicing new entry
So frequent poop arise
Discomfort yet no cries

Panics build up in mum
Over the swollen gums
Where twin erupting roots
Acquires greater feet

The growing incisors
Will cut meats like scissors
Can’t wait for your charm
To show in brand new smile.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

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