Answer:
Joy
Explanation:
The bright, sunrise colors of childhood, as warm as ever since you've come into this world. Bright faces surround you, and you're carried from your crib into your mother's arms. You reach for her face, touching it softly. You smell a fragrant breeze as she carries you out on the balcony, the roses are watery and bright red, and the violets a strong sweetness and bitter mix. You sneeze, and you hear your mother laugh and she brings you inside. There you meet all your family, starting with your father. He throws you into the air, and you feel like you're flying. You land on the fluffy mattress in front of you and laugh with all the joy in the world. Your mother feeds you your first bottle of milk, it's sweet and creamy, and it feels tingly. You also see and meet the grins of your extended family, with all the aunties and grannies surrounding you and pinching your cheeks. It doesn't hurt, but you get a bit fussy after the last 15 times you've been squished. You want to be held by your mother, so you start crying out for her. She rushes in, and you stop crying.
Actual poem:
Joy, it sounds like the sweet lullabies sung to you by your aunt, as she cradles you to sleep.
Joy smells like the fresh doughy pastries your nana bakes as you stand from your crib. You try to get out, but the walls are too steep.
Joy tastes like the sweet creamy pudding your mother spoons you as you open your mouth in anticipation.
It looks like the bright young eyes of your parents smiling down on you. It feels like everything you've ever wanted in the world is in your reach.
