I worte this after my son was born in 1984, it described him so well when he started to walk.
You are the storm in my heart, the calm
after the rain.
You are the sweetness of a rose depicted
You are the strong brave lion quick in
but gentle as a lamb when not in fight.
You are the “Thinker”, so deep to ponder;
ample space for dreams to wonder.
You are a locomotive running down
knowing for sure I’ll catch your fall.
You are a breeze without a care,
blowing with the wind gets you there.
No care in the world and nothing to miss,
when you stumble and fall, I heal it
with a kiss.
Copyright © 1985 By Caryl S. Muzzey