Thoughts turned to Poetry.

As a Father, that speaks to his son,
Will I speak to you, blessed, blessed one,
Ever so gently, yet, tinged cautioning tones,


Little boys, and little girls,
Little toys, and little twirls,
So little cares, and so little lives,
So little tares, and so little dives,
Big heart, of thought,
Big smile, of joy,
You, the old boy of life,
Might say the smile, is one of not knowing pain, the pain of life,
Uncorrupted clean face, drips small tears,
That I wipe away with my finger,
Wipe away their tears, all in pain, all crying, weeping,
Clutched hands, full of anger, why this?
Small babe, grow up and get scars,
Numb to this world, and it’s traps,
Tragic loss happens, and broken people kill, are killed,

Learn about me, so you won’t die,
I don’t want to you to die,
Why would I create you just to die?
Why would I abandon you to certain fate?
I will take away your needless tears,
Helpless tears, that flow due to hurt,
Listen to me,
I love you.