Member Poem

An infant shows the world how things should be.
No loving mother let’s the world corrupt it - its inner sun or outer glee.
The twinkle in our children’s eyes are signposts, their chuckles of delight a rainbows arc, that charm they ooze are layered solid rocks for us to build on.
Those tots of ours are tots beyond  elation.
If only we could let our children be!