Youthful Enthusiasm - Poem by Bill Darrah
A child born.
A new life to adorn.
Such a giant bundle of joy
Packed ever so tightly
Inside this amazingly teeny, tiny boy.
How he loves to giggle and fuss
Over simple pleasures,
Such as silly faces, toys, and other treasures.
How he strongly shares his
Youthful enthusiasm both
In his cheerful glees of laughter
And his crying pleas sought after
As he craves more intimate
Attention from his father and mother.
How he rests so peacefully
Without a bother,
Cradled in the arms
Of his father
Or rocking ever so gently
With each soft sigh
To the sweet sound of
His mother's lullaby
Embracing his body that was so
Beautifully molded from her own insides.
His uncle nearly sheds a tear
As he holds this baby boy
Near and dear in his arms
So he can nurture his own loving joy
Never before felt so incredibly mesmerizing
As he watches this baby boy
Feed on the bottle of milk
He holds and this baby boy enjoys
As he tightly wraps each little finger
Around his uncle's fingers.
His father marvels at such
A beautiful creation prize
He now feels overwhelmingly compelled
To hold this precious shape and size
That was once only a mirror image
Of himself in his mind
Now made flesh of his own flesh
For him to admire and adore such a beauty
His thoughts were so anxiously waiting for,
The enthusiasm vividly relived from his own
Childhood now fully grown
Strengthened by what new inspiring
Enthusiasm this boy wants to make known
Throughout his powerful presence
To his new born father and mother, the very essence
Of his incredibly adorable being
Which will only grow and grow
With each new beginning and
Belief of much stronger enthusiasm.
This poem is dedicated to my nephew Thomas with whom I got the incredible opportunity to feed a bottle of milk one time when he was only a year old! ! What a miraculous experience of passionate love and unbelievable joy it turned out to be for me, Thomas' uncle! ! Thanks and praise go out to my sister for giving birth to such a beautifully crafted creation of God's marvelous glory and praise! !
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