You, doe eyed, those lashes <br />Hand grabbing them up <br />Like a miner's gold dust <br />Scratched up little red car <br />And plastic soldier man, no arm <br />Maybe yesterday's casualty of war <br />Them all jumbled up clutched, <br />In your stubby sweaty little hand, <br />And in the other, <br />with a tiny might, clenching <br />Oreo, with trail of cookie crumblings <br /> <br />You, untainted child, invest well <br />A shiny squirming dime spent <br />For infinite imagination <br />And then it always grips me, <br />like a twice licked stamp-stuck <br />The curiousity of it, if I'd a you <br />Meanwhile my time <br />your gobbled candy <br /> <br />You've Camelot with toy Indian <br />blue truck, Infinity <br />Layed out on a tabletop <br />Your busy-body curling fingers <br />You, child God <br />Ruler of little worlds of make believe <br />These cotton candy days <br />Eat slowly, then 20 years <br />And you will be, and I will be gone <br />I just hope, whatever your forever <br />You never grow up so much <br />You lose the little.<br /><br />Cin Sweet Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childless-with-child/
