Eyes small and little
Roam hear and there
Searching for something,
Maybe asking for reassurance.

Looking all around,
Hearing that familiar sound,
Sound that he had been listening
Even when he was in the womb

A sense of relief he feels,
When he hears her speaking
A moment of joy he feels
When he hears her laughing

A rhythm to his ears,
A balm to his heart
Staying ever so close to her,
Of her only, he was a part.

Wherever she moves,
His eyes follow her
Even if she isn't there for a moment,
His heart yearns for her

A bond so special
Formed even before his birth
Gifted by the Almighty
But still, only a few know its worth!

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