When I Kissed And When I Could Not

Recollecting the unforgettable moments fragrance I still feel but the colors I have lost. I remember a birthday party enjoying the humors of your fourth birthday as you were born on 29th of February though you were appealing and exciting from all sides your long silky shining hairs, your breasts like buds slowly blossoming in a flower your round arms restless to come around a neck the petals of your lips excited to open and to be kissed by a bumblebee, on your sweet teen birthday a funny fact I saw only four candles on your birthday cake though you were a perfect sweet sixteen. but I saw sixteen intact candles yet to delight a few in a sunny day and a few in a moonlit night. I thought leaving the rest for someone else at least I can lit the candle of your lips. When you pleased me with a dance In my maiden life a virgin romance! I dragged you in a lonely corner and I lit the first candle, on 29th of February,1964. Your silent but naughty eyes I read a friendly write I could lit only one candle and I should leave the rest for one who is not merely a friend someone more handsome and more deserving for you. Alas! I never knew that was a parting kiss! Now on 29th of February,2016 I am again dancing with you I can read the write of your sobers eyes, "You should not extinguish the first candle you lit fifty-one years ago. I am not only a mother but a grandmother as well." My leap year baby, I know you are now a graceful lady. Yet, I love both the birthdays when I kissed and, when I could not.