Like an infant
coerced into uncontrollable laughter by the
gentle tickle of fingers
wiggling across the bottom of their feet
my heart pounded with joy
as her smile melted my Soul

Love has the power to restore
to protect us
from the craziness of the world
like a baby cocooned
in his mother’s womb
unaware of those trying to prevent
his arrival

You can’t stop him
When he’s fueled by


About Sean King

Husband, Father, Writer, Philosopher, Humanitarian

Posted on April 22, 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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