Five moons from your appearing and how you shine!
Though I might welcome the shadow of sleep upon your brow.
Homeric champions battled no less valiantly than you do sleep.
Has no one told you?
Morpheus is no enemy when properly received but you spurn him at the blue gates.

Tiny, restless fingers grasp the lens of a tube used to survey the wide heavens.
I will teach you its use in time.
Small eyes wonder at the sight of a boot.
You will hike where serene beauty enriches the day.
Toothless gums grip a snorkel's end with casual disregard and drool.
We will unlock secrets of the ocean together when you are grown.

There is so much yet to do but tonight, my son, it would be enough if only you slept.
 

Greg Pate
MS II