In the waiting room
I await
The ministrations of caring, overstretched people
As usual, I occupy myself
Observing other waiters.
I am fortunate today
A beautiful baby boy
Cradled in his daddy’s arms
Bright blue eyes
And glowing golden skin
Watching me as I watch him
Engaging everyone around him
Yet he never smiles or makes a sound
I cannot help but smile at him
I am quite captivated
I have no doubt this child is loved
All the while
His father is silent too
In spite of the attention
On his darling baby boy
His gaze is always on the floor
He believes in showing love
He appears weak
He does not understand
When he is loving his little boy
(I know he does, behind closed doors)
He is at his strongest
Marvelling over a translucent, pearly ear
Delighting in delicious, gurgling baby laughter
All his troubles fly away
He exists only in that perfect moment
There is no past to regret
And no future to fear
In that instant
All ills are cured
There is only love
Love is strong; not weak.
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