Reaching Out

A baby in a stroller pointed, Giggling, at me. I waved and then he laughed some more And grinned delightedly. I also had the sweetest kisses Blown my way from far. My brother’s year-old grandson Raised the FaceTime cuteness bar. The urge to thus communicate Begins when very young, With smiles the currency employed, Since words are yet unsung. As children grow and fear kicks in, That need to reach out slows, Thus limiting connections Only to the ones each knows.