Worry
From the time a child is born, you are
Besieged with such a flurry
Of sensations that you never knew,
The main one being worry.
Of course, there’s love and yes, it feels
As deep as any ocean,
But worry reigns as king and trumps
That sweetest of emotion.
There’s nothing to prepare you
But each parent comprehends
That, surprisingly, this worry
For an offspring never ends.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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