Little Liam

Little Liam, you sit on my lap

And look at the world with questioning eyes.

What's going on in your little brain?

We adults can only surmise.

 

Too young to be afraid,

You are now so utterly obsessed

With putting everything into

Your mouth. Is that your litmus test?

 

At six months old, you probably

Expect to only be pampered and fed.

I doubt you have an inkling about

What adventures lie ahead.

 

I fear that we are leaving you

A world that's terribly disjointed.

We would love to make you proud

But fear you might be disappointed.

 

How could anyone hold you and not

Want to protect you to the hilt?

Your curious, trusting eyes, however,

Fill my aching heart with guilt.

 

All your uncle has to do

Is look into your innocent face

To know that he must fight much harder

To make this world a better place.

 

-by Bob B (12-22-19)