Mind Your Head Monday

MY LITTLE ONE

My little one whose tongue is dumb,

Whose fingers cannot hold to things,
Who is so mercilessly young,

He leaps upon the instant things,

I hold him not. Indeed, who could?

He runs into the burning wood.

Follow, follow if you can!

He will come out grown to a man

And not remember whom he kissed,

Who caught him by the slender wrist

And bound him by a tender yoke

Which, understanding not, he broke.

~ Tennessee Williams

And Daddy didn't hold him by the wrist.

So he tumbled onto the concrete and rolled into the bushes.

Just because he could hear Mummy coming up the street.

All excited and trying to run, stumbling closer and wanting to give me a hug.

Ouchies!