twenty years later….

a smile a cuddle a sigh a cry a scream a hand it’s a boy,

hold him he’s beautiful your eyes your hair i love you

ready dear hold this opens car door careful now safely in

oops dear nearly slipped here’s the diapers

he’s clean

bottle mix burps a bit got it up relaxes begins to snooze

a fireman maybe a doctor she sighs could be a teacher

images pictures habits relentless the shape of things to come

twenty years later what became of the little man,

anyone’s guess what we do wrong nobody has the answers,

amen.

see her head turns looks down want some of that, hey!

it’s the way you rare them i suppose!