Was this then not
the commandment?
My one year old grandson
Is perfect.
He crawls perfectly.
He eats perfectly.
He nurses perfectly.
Today at dinner
he ate ketchup perfectly,
By the handful.
He empties his mouth perfectly
Like his grandmother instructs him too
If he wants down from the table
Spit out on the high chair table,
With mischievous look on his face.
I hope my Eternal Parents
see my perfection,
in the same way,
As I struggle to be like them,
As my grandson struggles,
Tobe, like me.
