Children

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 6:11 am

This poem is rough, more so than the other I posted here, but I thought I’d put it up anyway, since someone asked me to.

Children

are fearlessly themselves

are carelessly reckless

are religiously kind

are suspiciously playful

are tirelessly beautiful.

Children

can learn

can grow

can show

can tell

can sell

us a perfect world.

Children

are precious

refresh us

enmesh us

in a world of their own making

in a world just for them.

Children

oh, how I love them

these little demons

these beautiful heathens

they are perfect.

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