baby blue

Those eyes, im blinded by the blue,
the downing hair, fluffy and beyond the fortitude that became
a baby staring at me, innocent ,with a gurgle in a dream
rejection of food pouring onto the floor, still cute, still i scream.
yet he still cries louder, sounder, beyond the pacifier, dummy
so attached to the lips, to the nipple, his anguish, his mummy,
how his head rocks and rolls because his neck has still to develop
you crave every move he makes to embrace, encase, envelop.
Joel, a baby, an institution, a room in a house observed so slightly
the blessed cot decorated with love, blue, not so deep but ever so lightly
hold him after a birth that became a trial,
three weeks in hell only for a heaven to become a denial
a place that love becomes an undeterred institution, a hospital bed
why does he cry so much, for the love of fuck the kids been fed.
and yet those doting eyes stare back at me
we crave a different beginning to a multitude of ending.
im blinded by the blue, those eyes satisfy, the soul, its forgiving
so into the making of a movie life,so ever living
that child became your life, your reason and the season altered and changed
because he made me his existence,through summer, autumn spring and winter deranged
those eyes,im blinded by the blue
the hair became important because its all a part of you.