We see the wonder of all in your eyes
As they explore an array of objects:
A rocking horse, table, a new surprise
Of shaped and shapeless toys. Your ear collects
Their accessibility with, “Easton,
I-Pads are not meant for little children.”
Or, positively, “Yes! Play the keyboard
My young musician.” The verbal reward
Entertains us with your squeals of delight.
We hear your sounds of joy, or discomfort,
And we hope we received your message right.
To watch you is like watching a concert
With all your senses striking notes and chords.
With revered design you shuffle towards
The closed door gates and you rattle the bars
Looking for a larger stage. After all, stars
Can’t be contained. And now, “It’s Splish Splash time.”
Your father lifts you from the carpet floor
To bring you forth to the watery rhyme
Of yet another always open door.
In this, exaltation, we will agree,
Easton has a penchant for Blackberry!