artichoke fields

I have had the fortune

Of walking among fields

Of blooming artichokes

While holding in my arms

Ever so tight my newborn son

And since the earth could feel

How insecure 

the steps I took all were 

it turned the path

To soft and gentle mud

So if even we’d fall 

we would be welcome 

in it’s warm embrace 

As is looked down

Into the cuddle to my son 

his budding red haired head 

emerged, his eyes

Looked sharp and pointed up

Towards the vast serenity

Of sky and sun

Then with his tiny hand

And growing soul

He hugged me back

Since then I know

That even if we fall

We’ll be alright

We’d help and pick 

each other up

To walk with our spirits

Twice in strength 

Towards the future

And the light it holds

With cheer and hope

we will move forward

on our separate paths

and still be bound

By sky and mud alike 

And the the blooming artichokes 

The fields have had