New Breathing Clay

The moment they arrive
All sadness fade away
A special moulded breathing clay,
Their first smile, a hope of life
Which really makes one's day,
Happiness rains can't wash away.

They are priceless treasures
Filling our days with great pleasures
They, experts in non-liguistic
With first class communication skills
When they cry, pampering becomes our will
For seeing them smile is highly angelic

Always thinking about them is prime
Like falling in love for the first time
Remembering how smart they are
With their shiny smile of a star
No matter where or the timing
We either chuckle or start smiling