Two large sparkling beads remind me of
The innocence of jumping rabbits.
That softest face, I want to protect
From every grappling touch and kiss.
Those golden brown curls
Dance on the slightest breeze.
The long lashes on those two beads
Hardly ever blink; they can melt any freeze.
His six teeth show whenever he
Laughs for no reason or cries for every reason.
His babble is so much more interesting
Than any psychology lesson.
The slightest eyebrows are raised
To the fullest to look around.
The tiny fingers clutch anything
Old and new; square or round.
I saw him crawl, I see him walk
I see him run and grow.
It scares me that one day
The world he will know.