You sit in the gray tub, eyes filled with wonder at the new world in front of you
A ball of energy, the tub cannot contain your rocking back and forth to a thing they call the blues
Your eyes so deep, so knowing you see my soul
My little sock sorter don’t you know you make me whole
In your own little world content as can be
Your smile says “Hey come in with me”
But I can’t, my world won’t fit
You start to climb out with such haste
But I say no little one just wait
My world isn’t yours but I wish it was
And when you become part of my world, I still will feel for my little one
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE