I adore him because he is..

He is baby boy with moustachu.

He wants to fly
I become his wings
By holding him back
To make him fly,
His sister drops kiss on his face
We still adore him
As baby boy.

How many birthdays come
They just make him
Our adorable baby boy.

He still wants me to feed
Asks for n****e as i tuck his shirt in.

He has grown infront of me
As a baby boy
I still adore him and bite his lips
As he hugs me tightly.

Mom still remembers how much he cried for milk
I still make his tummy full with mine
As he yells at me if not calling me back...

-jessy jacob.