The Love Forest Blankets Charlie
Your hair shock delights, your PJ bears dance
A hint of smile at the edge of your lip
Teary-eyed sycamores ache for their chance
To breathe your sweet scent, feel your tiny grip
What thoughts are forming behind those green eyes?
What’s it like that first kick, that tiny noise?
Your ears fill with mother’s contented sighs
Security is found in your dad’s voice
Old growth woods witness your days by the hour
Knowing years will melt faster than first snow
Sentinels to support climbing power
Your feet will grip our branches as you grow
These beating hearts you feel as you are passed
Rustling leaves whisper our love will last
Greg Chambers, December 2025
