MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Baby’s Eyes’

only mother knows
how child’s hair grows
only fathers can speak
of faterhoods technique

child is born too young
then learns a new tongue
gifted with odd moving parts
smile that melts all hearts

soon they start to crawl
licking painted wall
learning as they go
for viewers quite a show

growing up one day at a time
now on furniture they climb
the progress watched closely
still supervised mostly

skip and jump the teenage years
cuteness with time disappears
adulthood starts to slowly creep
starting their own family – a faith leap

newborn babies rewrite time
their presence feels sublime
lending adults wings of youth
uncovering the deeper truth

their eyes reflect our innocence
in sight of souls’ magnificence
prior to our fear of living
our own greatness reliving

being one with all of life
put aside the daily strife
yet most of all we enjoy
their capacity to hold joy

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Drive’

blurry old glasses
speed signs hard to tell
countryside quickly passes
road that leads to hell

coffee helps only wee bit
to brighten the light of day
one has to believe it
or know how to pray

to drive the roads less travelled
might be a smarter way
old threads to be unraveled
new horizons come to play

black computer keyboard
the vehicle of choice
typing not to be bored
by chatter of the inner voice

Poem ‘The Drive’ read by the author.