White Heritage

White lion cubs are very rare, Yet how are they to know? Nobody tells them that we care And thank God that they grow! Across the world our children learn Of creatures on this Earth... Those lion cubs don't know we yearn For them to prove their worth... The little cubs are weak today, Just fragile balls of fluff... Yet childhood soon must fly away, Although this time we love... Their friendships form strong bonds for life, To bless each heart and mind... Togetherness helps them survive, This truth you'll always find... We cherish them for what they are... We wonder what they'll do. As each one wanders near and far, Exploring all things new... Each bears a noble heritage, As princes of renown. The future years will form a bridge - Each king will wear his crown... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'White Heritage'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com