A Worthy Routine

With permission from my son-in-law, Joshua Carver, I am posting a delightful and poignant poem:

I lift him us as he wails against an uncertain world,
And he weighs me down like a warm anchor.
I hold him close while you watch us leave.
Somehow, you trust that he's in good hands.

He weighs down the bed between us like an anchor,
and I see a blanket of peace drape over your face.
Somehow, you know he's in good hands--
They reach for each other in the dark.

I see the blanket of peace still over your face
as we feed the creature whatever we can.
He watches us reach for each other in the light,
grinning at the spectacle of his two happy keepers.

We feed him whatever we must, or
hide him away in the dark cove of the beach.
His grins are never far from my thoughts as
we laugh and rest against one another, waiting.

He wakes in the dark cove of the beach.
I toss him up so he knows I'll always catch him,
and we laugh and rest against one another.
My blood swells as I watch you breathe love into him.

You toss him to me so he knows we'll always share him.
We fawn over him as he wails against an uncertain world, and
My blood swells as all three of us share our love at once.
I hold him close while you watch us leave.

A worthy routine, indeed!