Drip, drip
Splish, splash
Tears like raindrops glide down my cheeks and drop off my chin.

I cry, thinking of all my child has experienced in his brief existence.

BUT my little imp, a cherub in disguise, seems unfazed.
Unscathed and without remembrance of
The difficulties in life he’s faced.

Contented, blissful little man
I want to be like him when I grow up.