Who? By CpSingleton © 2014
Who, with even the smallest heart,
Couldn’t feel it crash against ribs,
Like an angry dwarven hostage,
When the future is in their arms?
This beautiful bundle of joy,
This reason to doubt a decision
Offered to surgeons with sharp
Nature ceasing scalpels.
His wide, sun sighing eyes.
The intelligence continually searching
For new experiences.
New reasons to widen smiles.