Tom Krause


Children's Eyes


Children's Eyes

What kind of world is it my friend
that little children see?
I wonder if they see God first
because they just believe?

Do they see strength in caring eyes
who watch them as they play -
or maybe love through gentle hands
that guide them on their way?

Do children dream of future times
when they would be a king -
or just enjoy their present life
while with their friends they sing?

And when the day is over -
as they close their eyes to sleep -
do children look forward to tomorrow
with its promises to keep?

If this is what our children see
then it should be no surprise -
the world would be a better place
if we all had children's eyes.

Tom Krause - 2000

Submitted: Tuesday, December 11, 2012

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I wrote this poem after the birth of my son.

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