Today : a poem

 TODAY
I saw a birth in the sky, 

can you tell a child about the world? 

When you speak the first words,

you don't mention wars or treachery of man. 

For a child we begin with gentle petals of a yellow flower

or we offer sounds of birds. 

We imitate for the young heart 

expressions

contort our faces,

make big eyes,

stretch our mouths, 

all that we do for a smile. 

We don't remember cruelty at 

the street corner outside our home. 

Today is a child in my lap

waiting to learn about the world.

About you.

You

are its world. 

Today knows as much as a newborn.

I saw the birth, from its mother sky and its father sun.

They handed him over to us 

and stood watching. 

What do I tell the day,

destined to grow weary.

Before night comes 

and it falls

once again into the sea, 

the days looks to me 

with the eyes of a newborn.

What will you tell me of the world ? 

of

You

Two days ago I woke up quite early, my eyes opened on their own at 4AM and I thought what can be done. I had this thought that the unborn day doesn't know anything about me or what yesterday was. Do I have to be careful of what I tell today about the world and me?