I see your face
and I know what it’s like
to have no doubt,
to never have pierced the casing.
never had cold scorn seep in
upon your certainty
of being loved

You meet each day
with eagerness —
in the rough and tumble
of your big brothers,
your place is wholly
one of joy

I see your face
and start to glimpse:
This is the way we all
have always
wanted to be held

You give us this —
We, too, can have it:
There is no outside
of that which holds us
in sheer delight,
in cradled bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2014