The Magnitude of Love

 

      Every sentiment has been written before,

Every ounce of love mentioned

In prayers and wishes;

Done in deeds and actions,

But we are born again

To say it over and over,

     And I’ll never tire of repeating it -

Will never succumb to

A weariness that defies

All emotion!

 

     They play and

I am humbled from

Their high vantage,

Their games making them

Oblivious to the concerns

Of ‘we’ whom are tethered

By parameters outside of our control;

     Our day to day living ridiculing

The heart that beats dormant

Retreats of inconsequential anger;

While we negotiate a purse

That’s never full,

 

     They don’t know

And for that I am grateful

They can immerse themselves

In life where nursery invokes

Smiles and laughter,

     Not hate -

We learn through the behaviours

Of evil and those who bare

Malicious will to children,

     And I cannot possibly comprehend

Why there are those that will refuse

To grant basic Human Rights upon

Our own underlings, our very own

     Young.

 

     It is Christmas again

And so I will cry tears

In recognition it’s another year

My Son, My Daughter

Will travel nearer

An age we all forget our innocence,

     But for now,

My own purse is full

With something more valuable

Than any paper and brass,

     And as long as I breathe

It will never deplete or

Face reductive value,

It will always be there for

     ‘All my family be they near or far!’

 

     For my wife – Lungy,

For Wyatt, for Sahara,

I wish this Christmas be yet

The best, but then,

That wish repeats every year

And every year

My pride goes unsaid;-

Because no sentiment

Ever written or thought

Can convey in magnitude

Or depth,

     The total unconditional

Love I feel, and I wish

The World could know

Of this, and the hopes

For peace for all our children;-

And for all our children’s children!

 

Michael J Waite 17^th December 2016.

 

I hope you all have a fantastic festive holiday. xxx