Common Ground Poem by Charles Reginald Simpson

To hold a tiny baby
That moments past was born.
To see a lover waken,
in the sunshine of the dawn.
To watch a young child growing,
through laughter and through pain.
To listen to sweet music,
and melt in it's refrain.
To watch a puppy sleeping,
as you hold it in your grasp.
To squeeze your mommy tightly,
'till that nasty storm has passed.
To nurse an injured soldier.
To labour without rest.
In always helping others.
Surely that's to do one's best.
What 'common ground' affects us.
and moves us from above?
I tell you - my sweet reader,
that common ground is LOVE....