Ours,the prettiest

The hand that feeds,is the hand bitten
But we've fed more and let it get bitten
The hand that rocked his cradle
Stirred his gruel with the ladle.

Having already waved at him and he at us
With the merry-go-round on its way down
Yet waved every time he spotted us
In front of half the town.

We wished he would never grow up
He would remain our darling pup
Now we realise it would've killed us quicker
If he never grew up.

He has laughed with us
And we have cried with him
Always loved him
Even when he may have hated us
If he hasn't hated
We haven't parented.

He needed our presence
And not the presents
Less of correcting
And more of connecting.

The heart dwells inside the body
But with him around
We have seen it walking around
Forever outside our body.

There is just one pretty child
In this wide world wild
Isn't it beautiful
We all have it !