Like a little child..

My father is just “Daddy”, said the boy,

so full of years (a plural now you see)

that he had now full two or three enjoyed

and started to explore more (round him) free.

He didn't know much data ’bout his “Dad”

-  for sometimes he would call him that as well -

how many jobs or tests that he had had,

but he knew Dad's love deep, and full, - no “shell”.

He kept himself in it full ev'ry day,

his world turned into hell if Daddy frowned;

He never asked his Siri for the way,

or said “OK” to “Google” on the ground.

I 'spose he still was learning how to use

technology quite close to him instead,

and one day when his Mum or Dad would choose,

he'd learn to use those others, “Get ahead”

(that's what our world around, might often say)!

For now his Mum & Dad are glad to see

him learn to use the head he's got today,

and neck and arms and hands an’ feet, and knee.

And all his body (seeming now to work),

was complex, more than cars, or iphones; though

at times it seemed to stumble, go berserk,

or words would wangle, thinking would be slowed.

He didn't know that much about his toys,

but often he’d take them to other worlds

where he'd look after them (like Dad did “boy”)

so they would be at home where they were hurled.

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Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.’  Mark 10:15 NIVUK

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