Moins est plus

I know i know, it ought to be 'Mili' but she'll always be 'Milli' to me.😍😘

My dose of oxytocin

My love, my sweetheart

My baby-boo

Your nails, your tail

Your fur

Your scream

Your hop, your jump

Your wobbly walk

Your funny run

The faces you made

Everytime I forced a medicine

Down your throat

And then your expression of anger 

By showing your back to me

The way your loud cries

Woke us up

Wanting to be fed 

At twelve and then early four

Then you need to be made to

Pee and poop

Your funny reflexes

Taking its own sweet time

To function

The way you dug your nails 

Deep into my skin,

Just to latch, never to hurt

The docs visits

Made me a nervous new mom

And you my neonate

I'm no longer a mom though

I have taken up other responsibilities

These days I'm more of a dad

Getting to spend time with the kids 

Only after my office hours

But you my baby 

Will always be my first child

You opened up

Entirely a new arena

In my life and of my family

It's fun watching my parents

Trying to grab the attention

Of the new babies

Etched into my heart and soul

Tattooed on my skin

Not a show off, not a claim

I just can't think of a way

To keep you any closer 

Than this way

This ink gives me comfort

As I trace your silhouette

Reminding me that sometimes

Less is more

And for which

I'm indebted and

I only have gratitude

( the tattoo artist tried his best to recreate, but the things of natural beauty are seldom emulated by the mortal beings )