A Baby's Blessing

 

stop, harsh world, don’t even think about taking this one as
your own, leave his hand soft and still, his eyes wide to the
marvels that are opened up with every turning of the wheel

read nothing into those kaleidoscope cheeks, the colours are
not familiar to you, no markings of an ideal recruit, it’s just
the freshness and joy for which even you must now crave

move on from this place, enough black roses have been
planted here, give an aching mother a chance to hear the
music of peace, to sit without a hand on her heart

in this small room, just a tiny corner of your realm, may you
at last understand that the raging fires need to be calmed,
that you’ve been taking far too many and giving nothing back

listen for just a second to that delicious sound of innocence,
untainted hope that even you could bathe in, a newborn
magic that might just wash away your own harshness


Copyright, 2006. Shameless Words.