Named At Birth, Our Natures Behooved
Poem By james watkin
Named at birth, our natures behooved
We, of earth, newly greeted
Be as 'sympathies' approached as.
'Soft-eyed compassions' upsped.
With nothing fearful discerned in
What's cute, cuddly looked upon
Then new friends, of every sounding hurt
Find their true recognition.