Enchanting

The mother zebra loved her foal, She memorised each day, Because her child must learn its role And thus at first obey... Come here, go there, do this, do that, That's just the way it is, Sometimes they've got no time to chat Or share their private bliss... Yet when the pace slows down again... These two share looks of love, With mother thinking way back when She, too, looked up above... To see her mother at her best, Yet also as her friend, To know together they were blessed Such years on Earth to spend... If only humans grasped this truth, Not just for early years, When they enjoy the fruits of youth, Before each disappears... So cherish golden memories, Each precious sacred smile, Each sunny day, each gentle breeze, Enchanted for a while... Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Enchanting'.