Your laughs gives us joy,
A blessing indeed my boy.
You surprise us everyday,
By creating some other play.
Your urge to adapt is quick,
Spreading happiness in sick.
Your naughtiness didn’t trouble,
Until it started growing double.
Blessed with pure soul from heaven,
Only to grow this adorable at Eleven.
Anytime you may walk on your own,
To admire how wonderfully you have grown.
Your toothless smile is soon fading,
As your little teeth’s are emerging.
No more monthly birthdays ahead,
As you discover your wings to spread.
Exactly a month and you will be One,
Calls for some preparations to be done.