Saturday 9 July 2022

A Poem a Day (522): Babe

 
I wrote this one for writer JD Mader's 2minutesgo, so head over there if you want to write or just read something by someone else. 


Babe
 
On the bus I saw a tiny soul,
a little life,
round, brown cheeks,
eyes deep, inky pools.
Pure innocence rocking
gently, socks up,
wondering wide-eyed,
taking in everything.
His or her mum watching,
ever the protector.
 
The baby giggles soundless,
eyes screwed up in glee.
A little life starting out,
not knowing anger or greed,
fear or regret, just
here. Maybe he or she
knows more than us.
This simple act of
being happy, simply
being.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 9, 2022


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