Babies
Babies
Babies trouble me.
I am always wary about what
it is that they know –
that they aren’t telling us.
Can their toes really taste that good?
Babies are a lot like snowflakes.
No two are alike. I like to think
they look just like themselves.
No sense saddling them with
Uncle Henry’s nose or
Aunt Harriet’s bushy eyebrows.
Babies are life’s tuning forks.
They emit a vibratory invitation
impossible to refuse.
They also relieve us of our normal
self consciousness and allow us
to be spontaneously silly.
Babies love to laugh and find
it amusing to make us laugh.
We think that babies are dependent
on us to provide what they need.
Babies know that we are dependent
on them – to reconnect us with what
is really important
A smile, a laugh, a tasty toe, a burp,
a pair of warm jammies, a welcoming heart.
Babies teach us to believe, to trust,
to love, to rock in time to a heartbeat..
John G. Lawless
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