O Child!: A poem 

Time is spare, but moments are bare 

Memories are molten like wax ware 

The beautiful love that we once did share 

is red and tender like meat done rare 

I have words for the curls in your hair 

A child is an ornament the soul will always wear 

Laughter is the tale of all those years 

The mugshot of the past is replete with cheers 

The tentacles of age don’t cause despair 

With fondest blessings and deepest care 

True love is foundation that greed can’t ensnare 

Only courage can walk the tiger’s lair 

To brave the storms. To tide the seas 

The grit of ideals doesn’t fall to disease 

In the thickets, to feel the calm breeze 

of your timeless, unswaying legacies