And look at the
world with questioning eyes.
What's going on in
your little brain?
We adults can only
surmise.
Too young to be
afraid,
You are now so
utterly obsessed
With putting
everything into
Your mouth. Is that
your litmus test?
At six months old,
you probably
Expect to only be
pampered and fed.
I doubt you have an inkling about
What adventures lie
ahead.
I fear that we are
leaving you
A world that's
terribly disjointed.
We would love to
make you proud
But fear you might
be disappointed.
How could anyone
hold you and not
Want to protect you
to the hilt?
Your curious,
trusting eyes, however,
Fill my aching heart
with guilt.
All your uncle has
to do
Is look into your
innocent face
To know that he must
fight much harder
To make this world a
better place.
-by Bob B (12-22-19)
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