New Born Child
An infant shows the world how things should be.
No loving mother let’s the world corrupt its inner sun or outer glee.
The twinkle in our children’s eyes are signposts, their chuckles of delight a rainbow’s arc, that charm they ooze are solid layered rocks for us to walk on.
Those tots of ours are tots but for awhile.
If only we could let our children be!
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Wondrous poem, MyNAh,
Regina
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I appreciate that, Regina.
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I really appreciate that.
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