Monday 8 April 2013

Through the eyes of a baby


I'd love to see the world through a 1 year old's eyes,
A place that's devoid of corruption and lies,
Where everything is adventure and opportunity awaits,
And where you go next your imagination dictates.
Where the world is big and scary and fun,
You don't speak- you scream, you don't walk- you run
Where flatulence fascinates and laughter ensues,
How I'd love to walk a mile in those baby shoes-
Where each step's a move forward into the great unknown,
Where there's never the fear of being alone,
And every mistake's a new lesson to learn,
The worries of the world are of little concern;
A double dip is a game where daddy throws you around,
Fighting is just play and War is a baby sound,
Climate change is when mum puts the central heating on,
I miss those days where the sun always shone.
That world must be marvellous from a baby's point of view,
The fascination of experiences that are alien and new,
And at the end of the day when it's time for a nap,
Fall asleep with loving cuddles in mummy's warm lap.

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