JUMPING INTO A WARM POOL

Why parents love kids seems too fundamental and basic

It would be rather trite and might seem to labor any discussion a bit

Yet really - might one consider for a moment what’s behind such strong sense

What is firm and not breaking – not questioned - not thought of

But instinctive and real and deep in ones gut and real essence

Felt first by the mother and then by the dad once the baby had been had.

When jumping in to a warm pool or drinking cold orange juice.

Whether tossing a baseball first time, or laughing out loud hearing rhyme

When you open gifts perfect and glance upon a package once seen

Or first scope potatoes feeling warm gravy taste

Tis’ is not like the first time you first looked and were gazing

On someone not caring who you might just be yours

But just being what was forced you to reach and so amazing

Oh - new touch emergence demanding of your reach

And without even thinking but giving feelings and careful glee

Of absorbing protection with the potential human yea it might be

It’s real and natural vision and touch and remembering how

It might be when universal things appear first time some how

Yet seem so routine as though you had seen many times before

There’s seldom some confusion or odd new strange event

About babies first time to see you and you see them as so it has went

For the plan beyond our daily routine was meant to be

Like it is now as you gaze upon one that could just as easily be me

But yet is not and is because she seems to feel the same to me

As we do when we imaging touching our own arm, side or knee

To remove some odd sense of itch, pain or shade of twitter upon thee

But after such long years and those young hears start anew

For a title of grandfather yet unknown to you or those who know you

A gaze upon a new distinct separate one with same seems a trait

Of those first time kids who you know had used you for them too

And yet there was another disconnected one but still as part of you

Made stronger by ties with you and first ones who you knew

When they took the same place - gazing unknown to just a few

But was not they that made you stop and gaze upon new things that became you

How some distance bond could posses your daily thought

As if you were there yet obvious to you – you are not

To them a passing through occasional visits by old wrinkle men who you are

But visited many times to see the smile, big eyes or new things to do bizarre

And battle to view yet get inside and experience too

Though not able to turn away - free play that all must acquire

And on things about the way you were when you found your first hour

When you first laid eyes on the one or two who know you too

In those first days of breathing deep as solo efforts required that they do

And you reach out – like jumping in to a warm pond or drinking your first cool orange juice