Hope gives lightness to the child
That gives him strength to fly
To places not yet dreamed of,
For in his heart so wild
Are running streams as free,
As ever child could wish to find,
And love enables him to see
With eyes much older than they be.
His words still innocent and mild
May blur the line of cause, effect:
His stumbling tongue is not his fault;
He speaks in childhood's dialect.
Jan.2 2010
I love this poem, I sure hope I have not lost the child in me. Thanks a lot I will read this over and over michael
Hope is needed most of all in this chamging world Pattie and the child will always need it - - well written.
love enables the child...how very true...why did i ever grow..thanks for this lovely sweet poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............a beautiful write....being a child only lasts for a short time, just like a dream