Treasure Island

Janice M Pickett

(Middlesex England)

Innocence


A child sees the beauty we have long forgotten
treasures we have yet to find
A child knows trust beyond suspicion
A child has an innocent mind

Love is given without question
A touch a kiss a moment shared
A Little blessing born from passion
All open and giving without a care

But shatter that with careless thought
examples set that cause them pain
A child will quickly lose their innocence
and never be able to trust again

So think about your precious child
Be a parent who holds love dear
Teach good values and gentle kindness
and show your child
they have nothing to fear

Submitted: Sunday, March 29, 2009

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  • Christine Kerr (3/29/2009 10:33:00 PM)

    This is really sweet and close to the heart. Nothing can feel as warm as a childs smile. Well penned 10+++ (Report) Reply

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