Our Soul Man...
He's the new tornado in town__A small man of relative mass destruction__
Into all things not allowed__ And as charming as can be__
Those dark, round eyes radiate behind his seemingly endless eyelashes__ His toddling legs attempting to run, bring belly laughter to this place__
A scowly brow, a raised forehead, a constant shifting of his soft baby skin entrusting the outside world with glimpses into his own little soul__
A quiet lad, a little man of very few words__
Climbing, curious, living in a constant wonder of all his little world has to offer__
He melts into me and buries his light brown wisps into my chest__
His tenderness softens me__
In this little corner of cyberspace, he's known as our Soul Man___
But at home under the farmhouse roof, we still just call him Baby.