Babies

I fathered babies 

and gave them my love, 

believing them to be 

gifts from above,

receiving in return 

wonder and awe, 

and glimpsing a heaven 

without a flaw

where purity and innocence 

blends to mesmerize 

with stunning clarity 

through big brown eyes

and luminous black pupils, 

like mirrors they shine, 

capturing without effort 

every curious mind,

answering without words 

every question we find, 

flashing ancient secrets 

like a neon sign

but mostly I remember
just changing diapers.

by Dave