Children Learning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Children playing in rooms of childhood, having fun, enjoying
themselves completely.

Being enticed by learning educationally through everything
they do, watching them silently, grasping onto their environ-
ments with their undeveloped minds, striving to understand to
the best of their ability, our natural and frail world.

Touching whatever peaks their curiosity, feeling textures,
noticing whether it hurts or not, welcoming the soft silky
petals of a rose, smelling their aroma with pleasurable
smiles on their cherubic faces.

Memories being made eternally as they use all of their
senses vividly and avidly, giggling, laughing, finding their
way through childhood with a lasting infinity and trust of
how life treats them when needing love and understanding.

That's where parents come into the picture, teaching them
right from wrong, giving morals and ethics room to grow
within their precious beings, and most important of all
giving them hope, faith and belief in the God who has
created them.

Helping them find an interior life and their purpose on
earth, teaching them to search and find it all without ever
giving in or up to evil, special graces befalling every parent
who does everything with love throughout their lives whether
young or old.