A Privilege
The concert hall was filled with kids,
Their families in tow.
As nana (and my husband, grandpa)
We were thrilled to go.
We clapped our hands and sang along
While bopping to the beat,
An audience enchanted;
(For the band, no easy feat).
It’s wonderful to see the world
Through children’s waiting eyes,
So ready to receive the joy
They rightly recognize.
And it’s a privilege to be there
As witness to their growing,
And maybe add a little bit
To what they’ll end up knowing.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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