My Wife and Child
My Wife and Child
Is there a possibility,
A chance that we can take,
That makes the fantasy of peace reality?
She looks truthfully in his eyes
While he suckles,
And the probability of the bond
Of understanding is powerful,
As lovingly, she puts the child first.
Majestic birds of metal
Spanned a million miles,
Now within a time of blame
She cannot grasp the sense,
Of pointed finger in bigotry
And living, under threat.
My child suckles on the bottle,
Unawares that politics and prejudice
May later thwart his life,
And my wife knows only love
While arguments enrage,
I am begging for the peace
That every family should know!
I am begging for a piece of time
For this love to blossom for he’s growing
And the Liberty with which freedom
Offered hope,
Looks set to be replaced,
Stopping love from spanning globes,
Stopping human expression from flowing like a brook.
Is there, a possibility,
A chance that we can take?
Why with all the tragedy
Can people never seem to see,
The opportunities for all Earth’s peoples
To come together as the free?
My child knows only Mum and Dad,
Knows only when to cry for feeds,
When he needs a diaper changed
And when he needs to sleep.
He’ll smile and coo on Mothers loving words,
And every cuddles looking on in honesty
As father puddles tears……….
………for I am Soldier,
I have defended populous
Who now seek this overthrow,
They’ll point a blunted finger
While stunted in their hearts
No imaginations,
No knowledge of their hurt,
My child knows only love,
My wife knows only love,
And I the soldier – Father
Can no longer sleep so safe
With wife and child
While the racists scream for blood.
Our family, is love
Our family, is love
Our family, is love!
Michael J Waite 10th June 2010.
Andy N
Fri 11th Jun 2010 08:07
beauitful stuff, mike.. really touching...