The Deep Poem by Jordan Black

Little hands an little feet pitta patta up an down your poppys hall he smiles an watches amused not angered by your cheek an gingerness the safety of daddy's arms protects you from everything he cuddles an plays until you want no more then playful nature begins to tire an sleep comes easy morning again midday too warm an sticky time to swim the big kids play in the other end of the pool your not satisfied an want to join you make sure their not looking an move down the ladder little by little the water moves over your legs your chest your neck it goes over your head more an more but they do not see the water is trying to get in but they do not see little hands little feet cannot fight the deep