Ice Babies

Life is a process to be sure, A journey to express... Polar bear cubs must first explore While clothed in Winter dress. Ice babies wrapped in righteous white, Their so-called land to roam... The frozen surface day and night Is their eternal home... Each grunt is like a belly laugh, Yet life is not a farce... The sun shines down and lights their path - The moon glows mid the stars... It's deadly cold and bear cubs need Their mother's warm embrace And wisdom helps each life succeed, Yes, even in this place... The stars look down on Earth below, Mere twinkles up above... They match their mother's eyes that show Her constant sacred love... Life is a process to be sure, A journey to express... These polar bears learn what life's for... In sweet togetherness... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Ice Babies'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com