A first glimpse of a newborn child, <br /> Adapting to a different life. <br /> A baby's smiling, wordless sounds, <br /> Responding to a parent's voice. <br /> The sweet smell of an infant's hair, <br /> Held while raveling sleep's cobwebs. <br /> A toddler's questioning, backward glance, <br /> As a world's limits expand. <br /> A youth's wide eyes and arched eyebrow, <br /> For concepts newly visualized. <br /> <br /> Unsung, unheralded happenings; <br /> All these things, and many more, <br /> Performed a billion times today... <br /> And tomorrow, as before.<br /><br />Harry Haigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-is-4/
