A Seven-Year Old's Wisdom
Oh, to pen a poem of great meaning, Father God!
Of this, I am constantly dreaming.
A colorful life, like a Matisse painting, indeed, I have had.
Joyful highs but others...so immeasurably both tragic and sad.
Times with money and times when the cupboard was indeed bare.
My seven year old daughter would bring me a tissue with this exhortation.
Mommy, have you forgotten that we are always in God's care?
February 12, 2020
11:20 am PST
{Dedicated to my daughter, Maria. I love you!}
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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