First One To Call Me, ”Mama!”

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First time I held him,

first time I felt him on me,

first time I fed him,

first time I lit up with glee.

Hard work reimbursed,

happiness and joys when burst,

it was an unquenchable thirst,

to be his first.

Although now he’s grown up,

and calls himself big,

for me he’ll be my buttercup,

always doing that rig-a-jig-jig!

First one to make me dance in my pajamaa,

makes me witness some real life drama,

first one to make me feel like Obama,

first one to call me, ”Mama!”