Reminiscence

The crib is a gentle place
Hide within the covering
Remember the melody slow
The softest of songs unreal
Wrapped up into a world
Youthful eyes glister
Withheld from the drear

Every parent knows that tragedy hides 
Round every corner in this place
Weirdly stalking, it does its thing
Like a mountain lion it goes about
Though it does it most ominously
For when you are watching, it just stands there
Moving the ever so slowly, but in fact, at its own pace

Watch him carry a son's love into the world wide open
Notice that when he winds up the Chattering Teeth
The toy you bought him rings out like an old turn dial 
Number thinking becomes a thing of wonder 
Labeled to the very land line phone 
Sounding in a place called original home
Hear the family voice in reply
In a dream where we are in the past 
Listening for the one to answer

Hello, [name] speaking