You in your miniature fragility
You develop the craving for attention
Colours get your attention.
You start to have basic needs and a few simple wants
Start to have some very high demands
If only I could see things through your eyes, the dazzling beauty of all that's around you, the mix of colours every and anywhere.
The sounds that enter your newbie ears
What do you hear?
Words shrieked by others of your age?
Or gibberish only differentiated by loudness?
Your time will come
when you seek the meaning of life
meaning of the very existence of yourself
and when that time comes
try to recall
what you've seen and what you've heard
now
cause it will change
A smile and you're forgiven
A giggle and the whole world falls at your feet
A sob and every need is met
Your eyes ; that all-knowing look
Your face ; the very proof of God's handiwork
Your hands ; nimble and weak
Your feet; They cannot stand, not yet, to play hide and seek
You are but one of many but nobody is like you.
You're a baby.
