Circles
A baby’s immediate circle
Of mommy and daddy expands
As he grows and his parents entrust him
To others’ responsible hands.
Then in playgroups or daycare or classes,
His once tight little circle makes space
For his earliest friends and instructors,
Each displaying a welcoming face.
Years will fly and the circles get bigger,
Overlapping as interests are found,
With the first circle members ensuring
That he’ll keep his two feet on the ground.
School years somehow morph into adulthood,
With new circles of jobs and romance,
Which invite both new colleagues and lovers
To come join in the circles and dance.
Soon new families form and more circles
Beckon other new parents as friends
And what happens to earlier circles
Is that sometimes, the overlap ends.
Circumstances may sever a segment,
Such as change of location or views,
Which may cause a once-widening circle
To shed members they’d just as soon lose.
Time will march and will bring with it aging,
With its own set of issues and rules
And the circles will shrink and will tighten,
Some denying and acting like fools.
At the end, just the tiniest circle,
Like the newborn’s, will likely remain
And those lucky enough get to share it
With no need to bemoan or explain.
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