a love poem for my baby boy, written when he was about 8-1/2 months old

written for griffin mead young, march 29, 2000

sweet little one sitting at my feet
still a baby but becoming a boychild
industrious, curious, exploring your world
and ever you look back to me
questioning eyes:
"mummy, is this alright?"

in that stage now of wanting to learn
about everything around you
but wanting to stay near your mummy
the only constant in your life
i feel like a star with the planet
of you in orbit around me
swinging out to reach for the unknown
then back, close again, to drink your fill
of warmth, of life, of reassurance:
"yes, i'm always here."

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