Children's - I see you, little mighty one.

Red faced on your back

Squalling your needs,

Eyes shut

Mouth opening and closing

Like a cross little frog.

Carried reposing on my friend's shoulder

Your velvet clad shape looks baggy

How tiny you are!

And you are growing fast

Your candid blue eyes

Your small solid body

The gingery fuzz on your skull.

Flexing your neck and arms

You grunt effortfully.

Yet your tiny fingers catch and flower the air.

Fairylike.

Waking from your cage of slumber

Mouth puckers

Limbs punch the air.

Survival.

Wrapped for hazard in your sling

Battling Scotland's arctic blasts.

Together we confront rough,

And savour smooth.

Every day in the Infirmary

Gripped upright from the shoulders

Heads up, legs dangling

Displayed with pride.

There are babies smaller than you

Newer than you,

Raw and kicking.