An Infant Leaf In a Barren Tree

A pair of dark crystals gaze in a sea of white innocence The bright light's a wisdom ablaze Unlike anything in the dark familiar Five laces of warmth enclose mine like red petals of rose And the silk of air flutters with life There is another heart to caress and guide Suddenly the ticking is loud Every moment takes time to feel proud For none gets closer to man's fragility Than seeing a new form begin to breathe 'It's a boy' a voice quivers - The voice of a tearful mother She's thrilled to have another call her 'mother' at nights She's come past a history of five lives' demise So I cradle very gently Could cotten feel too coarse? Even a light form becomes heavy When he makes a girl feel less alone 'Welcome, little cousin' I whispered in his ear In return he just grinned before it all disappeared One day he will know, how to smile and what it means For there are several dozen folks Who will call themselves his family!