A child is born into a quiet world
Given a slap, a gasp begins their day,
We listen with intent, a cry today
Oh to hold child in hand, love we twirled.
We didn’t know about an adventure,
One designed wholly in passage in rites,
Sweet is innocence drawn beyond night lights
Swift shadow seekers in nomenclature
A child now moves beyond original sin
Learns adaptation within peer response
Oh to know the true angst of an ensconce
Perpetuate loss, forgiveness within.
We might all believe sweet coo of a dove
Designs a child’s world to live inside love.