A Child's Leverage Poem by Mark Heathcote

What leverage child does?
Your heart, hold over me.
My child and why do I weep
Tears of happiness…
In the wee small hours
When you wake me
From my grace my sleep
With barely the energy,
To put your nightmares to bed
What leverage child do you have?
That increases every beat of my heart
What's up would surge in my soul
When I'm just happy to see you eat
And listen to how I warmed you
From the cold with just a snug hug
When later it turns
Into a bear hug on the rug
What leverage child, makes me?
Talk gibberish until I laugh,
For what seems hours confided in me
And after I read fairy tales
About some frog prince
Who wishes will be forever told
I hold you with tears on my cheek.