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!
