Awakenings

a life not yet focused
only the hunger for sweets
and new experience are clear 
yet every waking morning
this little nose sniffs out
all that is good in the world
a world that wants nothing more
than the sweet for this child
who rests their heart
at the steps of a neighbor
with the family pet 
the ride to school, the father

a thirst for imagination 
answers, and books 
lie dormant inside waiting
for that spark of awakening
to be thrust upon them
by hands that have sifted
through the same mire
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Thomas Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 6:15 PM
Very true. Enjoyed this Richard :)
Evans Avatar
April 5, 2018 at 6:32 PM
Thank you my friend.
Cresswell Avatar
October 30, 2017 at 12:37 PM
That is what it is like with a new bairn, all potential and the excitement of watching it develop. So well described.
Evans Avatar
October 30, 2017 at 9:25 PM
How precious the child? Thanks for your support Pat. All the best............peace!
Callus Avatar
October 29, 2017 at 2:13 PM
Once the lids are lifted, one is presented with options and opportunities which will leave their mark throughout the years. In many cases, a bit of encouragement is all that's needed. Regards // paul
Evans Avatar
October 29, 2017 at 5:04 PM
Amen Paul. Thanks for stopping bye..............peace!
Whitmore Avatar
October 29, 2017 at 1:17 AM
This poem speaks much volume into how I have been feeling daily. Thank you.
Evans Avatar
October 29, 2017 at 10:50 AM
Thanks Kris. The opening line of this poem sat in my notebook for months. When I came back to it words just flowed. Thanks again................peace!
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