It takes little to make this child happy.
Our love is the natural inclination
Upon which his happiness flows.
It’s all in the nature of the terrain.
The birds sing where the flowers bloom.
It is all just compounded and gathers
As it grows, in this limitless sharing,
Of our being together even when
Separated by immense distances,
Reduced to nothing by our intimacy.
In knowing you, our child, we know love.