Dear little boy,
so deeply loved
and still
a stranger yet...
What mystery lies
behind those eyes so wild
that seek in vain
to still the wide world spinning?
What secrets hide
behind that tiny mind
that tries so hard to understand
the scary stuff that flies around inside?
I watch you now,
at rest upon my arm.
poised on the brink of becoming...
And long to see you jump.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-weeks-old/
