A hand reaches down, takes one smaller to hold.

The young has a frown, but will do like the old.

What will he become, in the future of life?

A father to some, with a devoted wife.

The challenge is set, for this little one.

So many goals unmet, already so much fun.

Composed and ready, he walks at my side.

Wobbly yet steady, a smile I must hide.

The chance is his now, to make this his mark.

He doesn't know how, or where to start.

But besides all of this, he is only young.

Sometimes hit or miss, sometimes pain or fun.

An old age he will reach, with plenty of friends.

Then it's his time to teach, and the cycle starts again.

* This poem was inspired by both my nephews who were born within 4 days of each other. Cant wait to see you guys grow up.

Bedroom Antics

The lines of fabric are tight on your bottom, 

The cloth doesn't cover your legs.

Plump at the top with two soft pillows,

At night it is action you beg.

A soft heavy cover will hide most of your charm,

The eye travels from foot to the head.

Each night you strip off and take one in your arms.

But then again, who'd have thought you're a bed?

Closed Eyes

The moment in time so quickly forgotten, how should anyone know?

You scream from the cliff at the top of your lungs, if only your conscience would hold.

Innocence is a curse, the weak pull you from your life.

But is guilt the one thing you can survive?

A danger to others when you're in a crowd, the phobia creeps up within.

Even the chatter of birds on the wing, is silence when you are forgiven.

You put pen to paper and sign with your own blood, this isn't how it should be.

How can the world just keep moving on, without me being able to see?

Surface Tension

Forgotten not always, i pick up my feet.

I wander the mind, alone in my heart.

Steady if you look, inside is a jumble.

The sadness begins, while altogether gone.

A smile does wonder, so to a dog and his tail.

Children who laugh, keeps the positive afloat.

The darkness envelopes, but does not invade.

Evening it isn't, the suns rays don't warm.

The tree drops a leaf, the bird in the sky.

Tomorrow never comes, and today always ends.

Silence is golden, although louder right now.

Scattered photo's on the bed, match memories once had.

The sandy beach bluff, rolling of tides.

Whistle the tune, and ride on the bike.

Handle some moments, save a nice gift.

A new life beginning, as you step from the past.

Joyous and content, the fire burns down.

Animals in clouds, moonlight dancing on puddles.

The cat on your lap, drips roll down the glass.

Succulent fruits, and a warm tender hug.