Gianni
Gianni is only seven and his mind seems so mature,
doesn't he amaze everyone when he talks and smiles?
We all thought that kids had a different nature:
to play baseball and ride their sturdy Turtle bikes!
How can a kid with gorgeous and innocent eyes
not make us laugh when he spills a glass of hot chocolate
on the carpet and whispers, " Sorry " twice?
He surely deserves a big hug not loud words that irritate!
Gianni is learning new skills daily: like walking as his proud dad,
imitation or not, it's spontaneous and very comical;
woe to his mom if she makes fun of him by shaking her head!
Ah! He thinks is a grown man and can climb a wall!
Yesterday's kids weren't that smart, they spent more time playing with toys...
blame technology for their knowledge or us for being fashionable and sophisticate;
we have everything at our command, but children like Gianni have become boys:
soon they'll be men with ingenious ideas to build a world that we can only imitate!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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