“Oh We Do – We Love Our Children!”

How much do we love our children?

How special be the son or daughter that you've

carried in your womb?

How special be the child that suckles

on your breast, perhaps the best that heaven sent,

an adoring fantasy to groom.

Now you have your family

with all its trials and tribulations,

will you be proud of whom you are,

a Mother, Father blessed when

sunshine met the rain,

a rainbows creation in your home?

As your child cries will you

tend your infants sorrow,

Will you rock and soothe

rock and soothe till sleep,

will you sing the gentle harmonies

that coo his fears,-

your arms a cradle keep???

As the child stands and

learns to walk, his height scored upon the

kitchen wall,

will you be blessed by glimpses

of the making man,

when he's twenty-two and tall?

Will your eyes sparkle when

at puberty; your child sits in classrooms

where words are taught,

taking tests – exams to pass,

opportunities to be bought?

Will the certificates for

swimming lengths, cycle proficiency

and mathematics, be the pride

within your heart,

will you have the hope of grander

plans - perhaps a Daddy's Man,

from this child that long ago was born?

Will you require this child

you've grown – this making of a man,

wear khaki uniforms

will you desire this child you say

you love, be chased to war,

and flown home dead - a corpse???

Michael J Waite 0620hrs Saturday 16^th May 2009