close-up portrait of a beautiful sleeping baby on white
I named you Son
I loved you from your tiny little egg
From inside me you came out of the blue
Into the morning light on a Winter’s Monday morning
In a life where joy had been forever underground
In a mindset cavern
Then looking into those newborn eyes
Love was branded onto my heart
And raise you I did
In this town by the river
Probably in flood
Other swans accustomed to the swim
Protection was my racket
To keep you close
Because you needed to be kept close
You and I walk along a single tight rope
No safety net underfoot
Balancing life on a fine line
He is known to be kind
This my son
Sometimes treated unkind
He is patient
When teaching patience
His anger is tied in cotton wool
Any hermit would envy his solitude
And ask me how I love this Son
No words have yet been written to tell you
From that little egg
The child is a man
And like the essence of a good meal
This aroma of love
Shall remain the spirit of life
The Optimistic Rhymer 