When on my mother’s lap,
It was there I met comfort and safety
All and any harm would most times evade me.
Ushered away by all she could and had to give
I would live.
Laying or sitting there happy; I was content
They were the best of times well spent.
That flat surface; my first observatory deck
Wherein a baby-to-toddler’s mind could reflect
There I was overlooking mankind
Sometimes I would dine, occasionally un-wind
My own little getaway
This place...the home base
Right outside my mother’s womb
There, I had plenty of room
She, like me…we would be all smiles
I had so much to navigate; with so much to learn
Things to figure, information to discern
On my second lap...My father’s lap
There was far more to figure; there I learned rigor
For me to understand about the anxieties of life
While on my father’s lap
It could often be an intimidating place
This space many times it was arduous with strife
Yet on my father’s lap; I still felt protected
Though an absolute comfort was a thing oft rejected
This lap was The Beginning of Unrelenting Tests
From his lap the polyrhythms, the intricacies of discipline
Much of what father knows best
These things caught and manipulated my attention.
I held on; to hold on
Wherein his laughter had dimension
Did I mention..
Upon both these decks, these laps
They really set the tone
Both platforms introduced me
at times seduced me
supporting me in preparing
running laps of my own.