A little child, a tiny grasp
as he puts his hand in yours.
Eyes with trust in big, wide blue
that look to you for comforting;
a small, warm body that begs for hugs
that snuggles next to you as if
your presence will keep away the nightmares of goblins
and motherless Peter Pans.
The bond between the child and you now
is like an elastic band that pulls
but always comes back together,
a metal love too strong to break,
too elastic to stretch too far.
A patter of ecstatic feet that
race to see you come back home,
a beam that explodes with love
and joy, of emotions that make any man
smile back at the little child
for this little child,
small and innocent as he is,
changes the life and the story
of any man that lives.
Worth more than the money
of the world put together,
more beautiful than a sunset,
than the stars put together,
a child is a child
that makes your life real.