Evelyn Klebert

It’s really hard to see,
through an infant’s eyes,
the world around seems so confined.
But there are hands there to keep you safe,
a voice and arms
that teach this new world is truly filled
with kindness and love.
It’s really hard to remember,
as the rush of living wants to sweep you along,
remember that somewhere there is an anchor,
a soul who continually gives more than it ever asks,
who takes joy and pride
in every step forward,
and comforts
through every fall.
It’s easy to forget,
when your own life’s dramas take center stage,
that there is always someone there,
watching, praying, hoping,
in your corner always.
Someone who doesn’t seek anything,
but always celebrates your triumphs,
someone who always sees you as a blessing,
someone who truly is your blessing.

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