Matthew

Matthew

He is perfect.
His hair floats in baby fine soft warm curls above his head.
Love is in every move.
The hollows and the fullness of his body
are in perfect symmetry.
He is a wonder to see.
Even with his dirty face and runny nose
he is still not short of perfect.
His movements, however measured or unsure,
are perfectly honest and always inspired.
His smile already has a dozen different shapes.
From wide, wide open
to the barely parted lips of awestruck wonder.
But most of all it is the spark which moves him,
the soul that shines out through his eyes
and enlivens his limbs,
that is a sight to behold.
A little god unfolding before our very eyes.