Fair Warning

Little one, cooing and gurgling,
stop in your restlessness
and listen to my musings.
As I gaze into those eyes,
I cannot help but think
that those will be the only feature
that time will not affect.
Though your body will weary,
though your brain will crumble,
those shiny orbs will stay to watch
the sad deterioration.
Your chubby limbs flail
as if you see the long trip there,
the long trip that in the end
will seem so short.
So sit and let the drool run down your cheek,
sublime and blithely free.
I will carry these burdens for you,
and when you are grown,
you will carry them for me.