A Poem For Your Child

The sky is blue, the blossoms pink, A world of colors made to think Of girls with bows and boys with toys— Of butterflies and croaking frogs. A little girl in lace and light Will chase the wings of morning bright, While laughter spills like summer rain From fields that never know of pain. A little boy with muddy feet Will follow frogs through grasses sweet, With daring eyes and tousled hair, A heart that beats without a care. But let them stray, let colors blend, Let frogs and butterflies be friends— For joy is neither blue nor rose, But something deeper no one knows. A child is more than what we see. Let love decide who they shall be.