Here's a poem I wrote after a game Jackson and I had played and I've called it "The Baby Trap":
I'm going to invent a baby trap
To arrest time and keep you
forever innocent.
Not to lose your gossamer touch or unfettered peal of laughter,
closer to magic than I've ever known.
I'll capture and bottle the merriment
in your eyes and the intangible enchantment when you let me hold you
--Me, holding my own heart,
Which then grows legs and patters away from me.
My baby trap--
Catch your chubby legs,
snare your unsullied smile,
encase you in my mind--
Preserve you,
quintessence embodied.
With your chubby fist you wiggle into my heartstrings.
Bewitching purity.
Ah, I think. I've got you now.
I'll trap you with my love.
My heart jumps as you grow.
Pride bittersweet;
I sigh and realize my trap is for naught.
For as I study once more tufted hair, the soft
curves of infancy, the wrinkled and dimpled grin
--my divine endowment--
A realization comes over me...
My baby trap doesn't work,
For, you see,
All the plans and contrivances fail,
because you have really ensnared me.