“The Flowers of the Field”

Siyah with Dad

That reach within your baby hands so sweet.

Your father wants to hold back ticking time

but even you, my child , are forced to greet

another father in this timeless rhyme.

Old time will take and steal your innocence

and in your golden play, cast it away.

You’ll not recall the love in father’s presence.

Time’s jealousy will steal and cause decay.

For now, a trust and love for father’s grace.

For now, your world is safe within his arms.

Within this moment, there is gift-filled space.

And we’ll record it for you, with its charm.

But all the flowers of the field we know

begin to reach, to stretch and then to grow.

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