Tuesday, April 22, 2008


Lost in innocent dreams, the tiny baby sleeps.

It knows nothing about the rocky road ahead,

Its many sharp bends and painful twists,

The deep potholes and dead ends.

Dream on in peace, little one

While you may.

1 comment:

betmo said...

tough one- i am not a parent or around wee ones at all.

fresh faced innocence
complete dependence for care-
the world's an oyster.