I remember the day you were born.
Eyes still blue, that's how new you were.
I only four, was given an allusion, a scooter,
To reassure me of your new found presence.
But you were my main attraction.
The hustle and bustle had me worn.
With crowds and crowds of eyes on you.
But I didn't mind as I had my gift from you.
My gift, my scooter? No, my gift was you.
