The Source Of All Soothing Poem by Mac Wilkey

Why does a precious baby coo
And snuggle at you neck
When life has been so troublesome
And made your day a wreck?

Why does a youngster seemingly
So unaware just say
The dearest words you need to hear?
For “It will be okay.”

Is not just emanating from
The tiny voice you hear
But passing through from one above
Who monitors this sphere,

And designates someone to soothe
(Deflect depression’s course)
Yes, while you hug that little one
Consider, too, the source