My little chicken noodle pot, he was full of spots.
Theyd blistered and oozed that allergy through.
So delicate was you, the world anew, your skin said what, how, when, why, rejecting this earth, your skin wanted to burst, you needed that time to adjust no rush.

Eyes wide open staring all the time, no sleep would you find,
bounce bouncing all around.
Excitement in your feet, the world droning in a beat.
Slip sliding to see all that you can Be.
The smile so wide so bright so light.
Oh how the happiness bubbled through, the joy the giddiness.
The intelligent one, looking listening, perceiving, jumping, beaming.
Showing the one who was going to grow, into the man who had the world in his hands,
but he just didn’t understand.
The world is for his making not breaking,  get inside don’t hide your energy frequency of you, now what do you do.
You learn to ride, the surfer and his board, no more crashing down in the wave but riding high, alive and free ,
no wave can come down on thee.
Unless you want to see and in the waters you will be.
Till on the board once again to catch the wave, and ride high and free, the wave just can’t catch thee, no more tumbling and swirling and whirling in the waters noose,
For the professional rider has now his feet his seat his own heat….

Poem just for you ❤ ♥ 💕 💖