This Child Poem by Phil Soar

Those crystal clear eyes
Like a jewel in a crown
That devilish look that says
'Leave me alone'
Those chuckles and chortles
That fill us with glee
Those precious few moments
He sits on your knee

The gentle persuasion
His mocking reply
The forceful emotions
When he starts to cry
That constant reminder
When he's by your side
Pick him up: Put him down
Bring him in, Go outside

Delicate fingers
Reach out for your hand
Those powerful legs
That will help him to stand
The filigree waves
In his beautiful hair
The innocent mind
That hasn't a care

Constructing his image
He dictates what he needs
From developing senses
He learns and proceeds
He encourages laughter
And dwells on reaction
He will quickly dismantle
A building blocks mansion

The learning begins
As his life-cycle turns
He grows very swiftly
His energy burns
When time waits for no-one
The seasons pass by
He'll be changing within them
On that we rely

With amazing ability
This child has become
The root of the family
Almost number one
May the lord keep him safe
And may love always show
He is precious, beguiling
The one truth we know