The Baby Poem by Jeff Rushton

The Baby



The baby I hold, the innocence I behold.
The beginning of a life that will be a story to be told.
The eyes that show no trouble or scold.
The eyes that see no pain from friends or foe.
The eyes that can and will believe what they are told.
The eyes that have not been raped of their innocence, and
Eyes that are not sick of circumstances of worldly cold.
The eyes that see the truth and look far beyond us to see what we know.
The eyes that love with passions loving control.
The eyes that see humor in innocence and simple play, without control.
The eyes that know far more than us, but have a mouth that will not behold.
The eyes that see the good in us and respect us for what we withhold.
The eyes that only see pain in the people they hold.
The eyes that see age as beauty and those closer to home.
The eyes that glisten with power and praise.
The eyes that see the world as an expansive new state.
The eyes that are eyes, just like yours and like mine,
The eyes that say, 'Why have you fallen so far behind? '

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