Forever Child
I hold your tiny soft chubby hand
As we stroll barefoot on the sand
You chatter and giggle constantly
About what you have collected and what you see
You are sweet, innocent and pure of heart
Your little face an angelic work of art
Without pretence you speak your mind
No mean intention ,no thought unkind
You live only in each moment
No worries ,no baggage, no need for atonement
Your mind is clear not confused
Fresh, eager and ready to use
You only see life as black and white
Yes or no, good or bad, wrong or right
I wish you could stay this young and naive
And always view life as you presently perceive….
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2024
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