|My youngest, Nicholas, when he was a precious toddler|
Babies don't come with instructions
instinct becomes the driving force
to tend to, love, protect, nourish.
Tend to mustard poops, sour spit-up
with love that transcends all comprehension
protecting innocence, those kind eyes with trust
nourishing body, mind and spirit for a healthy future
because this out-of-body kind of love felt for a child
spans the cosmos with infinite stars reaching high
spreading salty air through vast oceans deep
to tend to, love, protect, nourish forever
Children don't come with instructions
but if they did, to be a sentinel
with an eagle eye
would be number one.
Protect our precious from drowning
enclose the pool with a safety gate,
watch them at all times--
they trust you.
Poet Inspiration: One Stop Poetry