Seeing a Child

Beauty is the eyes of a small child- seeking her mother,

Knowing she is safe.  Tears finding their target.

Precious is the babbling of first sounds

Copies of parent's tones, children's whispers.

Love is the action, the binding, the hope.

Memories of first smiles, fat cheeks, lumpy legs

The splashing of bath water

The smearing of first foods

The bumps and bruises of awkward movements

first rolling over, then onto the knees

The wobbling legs and too soft of feet.  

Beauty is the endearment of small things.

Eyes changing to view a child.

Seeing a bit like God.















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