Children Poem by Rebekah Gamble

Children are the wind,
gone so soon,
but pleasant and lovely,
like the light of the moon.

It's adults who're the problem.
They don't understand
that a child's life is a story
in which they each have a hand.

They could be a rough touch,
a chapter of anger or fear.
They could be a trusted friend,
a chapter of love that's sincere.

Remember youth kindly-
they're the book, you're the pen-
write them a good story,
by being their friend.

written 8.16.o7