INNOCENT EYES BY FIONA CUMMINGS

INNOCENT EYES

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Innocent eyes

Full of surprise

Alert ears

Who knows no fears?

An open heart

That hasn’t been taught

The feelings of hate

What will be for this baby’s fate?

She looks all around

 From the hanging mobiles

 To the ground

From her small bed

A tiny chair

Painted red

With a rag doll on it

Eyes of green and a face so fair

A cushion of velvet chocolate

Lays on the floor

Sitting on top is a teddy bear

With ebony eyes and honeycomb hair

Dangling from the door

Are Bill and Charlie the clowns

And on each post, of baby’s place of slumber

Wrests four crowns

There is huge foam, numbers

In bright yellow on the walls

And in the corner is a play pen full of balls

And baby isn’t certain

Of the gingerbread men on her curtains

She has book shelves in pine

And on top is a clock ticking time

And a small robe full of frills

With rose patterns and daffodils

All colours of pinks greens and blues

Stacked are tiny shoes

A china cat

Wearing a straw like hat

Lights up the room

It’s holding a balloon

And that is the glow

And on the window

Flakes of snow

This has never been seen

By the baby so keen

To explore everything in sight

Whether it’s wrong or it’s right

She tries to climb out of her bed

As she’s hungry needs to be fed

But the rails get in the way

She  starts to play

With the musical box

And the beanie fox

Left on her bed by her Mum

Who hoped her daughter would have fun

When she awakes

As the dawn breaks

For a new day a head

To be lifted from her bed

And see a new life

As she is innocent

All sugar and spice

If only she could stay there

Wouldn’t that be nice?