There's a child that lives within us all
That one who want's to come out and play.
But we keep it tucked out of sight
Afraid of what others are going to say.
Once a playful little girl
Or an energetic little boy.
Finding joy in everything
With their childish self-employed.
Rosy cheeks from skipping rope
While whistling a childhood happy tune.
Loving the life they live in
Like the freshness of a flowers bloom.
I suggest you dig deep within yourself
Pulling out that child now grown.
You are still that child believe me friend
Just a bigger child, of the smaller one you'd known.
This is a great poem, Linda. We must never forget the special little child inside of us. A '10! ' my friend. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
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I would like to translate this poem
Life is way too short to not have fun. Jesus promised us a life of leisure, but I can't help but feel we will have our responsibilities in Heaven too. But that doesn't mean we can't laugh, be energetic as much as we can, build a snowman in the winter, and have snowball fights too. Sliding down a steep hill on a makeshift toboggan, and sometimes falling off just before we reach the bottom. You are making me remember the good part of my childhood with this poem sis, and I am very grateful. Thank you for sharing, and you get a 10+ for this. Love & hugs, Barbara