all the familiar, they let me rest
here is home,I stay,it is trusted
here I may have all the baby comfort
no thoughts of what to do
only ready to work my hands
if like kinsmen and kinswomen,
I can add up to something for them
that love is my inertia
Like a baby for them
I'll smell like talcum powder
I'll gush with delight repeating
all you say, someplace...
with babywords of single syllables
I know what you are worth
nothing lesser than parenthood
nothing lesser than brotherhood and sisterhood...
I see hope in the future
I may travel alone
but I know you have my back
because,you have been there yourself
That's how I know I will keep coming back.
The forces of moments to move to-an- fro,is here.
©jad
J