Love And Child Poem by Folayemi Akande

Tender are kids wondrous and small
Want them embraced, caress and all
Naive, obtuse to beckons of time
Nurture, bear, moments sour as lime
Takes awhile before infant grow
That point, some love starts to le'go
Night songs will whirl with wind's childhood
Soft command tone will sore and chide
Waking slumbering ignorant child
We say this manner bad or good?
They should be showered with warm love
Spoilt affection makes their days rough.
Let them grow in light of your path
Parent's cross till their death from birth.