Henry’s First Holiday

 

 Chocolate eyes,

Almost good enough to chew,

Hidden only to sleep or play peek-a-boo!

Eyelashes curling toward the night sky,

Like brushes, they could paint a star,

Will you ever know how wondrous you are?

 

Clapping and laughing,

Gazing at passers- by

They go round the corner,

You follow with open eyes.

“Round and round the garden like a teddy bear, one step , two steps and a tick-a-ly under there..”

 

Sandy toes and a fine snotty nose

Screeching seagulls overhead

A salty plate of grilled sardines

And then its’ off to bed.

 

The barking of the bow wow

The dazzle of the sand

You walk with glee on cobbled streets

But still need a helping hand

 

The splashing of the water-  so much fun!

A lone trawler glides home under a setting sun

You cuddle to your mother's breast 

Cooing like a dove
 

Oh, Little baby Henry

You teach me how to love.

 

 

 

                                       Babies of the Lost Generation

 
Not even the wise can predict the day,

When a life may change in most violent a way.

A storm howls in amid gusts of fear,

And makes loud each din in a small child's ear.

Those hateful winds; they rise and soar,

Until the path is clear no more.

But cry not wee child and do not fear,

For after the wild the calm shall appear.

I hope that at your journey’s end

These words you might hear from a neighbouring friend:

“Just breathe- you’ll be OK,
 
And hold my hand throughout this day.”

For laps of kindness will line the shore,

And your worries will be no more.

Each wave will gather speed,

Just as day follows night- bringing you safely to land and holding you tight.

 

For the lost generations of innocent refugee children in the world.