In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
Oh the limbs grow,
the body matures to adulthood
But in your eye’s and heart
the child remains
The laughter though a deeper tone
Still holds that
joyous golden ring
of Christmas presents
or a birthday game
The hair now full and Silky
Still holds the urge
to touch and stroke
The smile though older
still makes the heart leap
The body may be
tall and lithe and grown
But in your eyes the outline
of the child is still seen
Though they are grown and flown
Never does a day pass
without the same worry
how are they, where are they
though they may be grown
In your eyes the child never ends nor should it
OH in a parents eyes their child is still a child and that's how they see them. The age doesn't matter, the love is unconditional and a loving parent stands by their child in heartache and pain over and over again. Yes in a parents eyes no matter how powerful the man or woman becomes, they are still the child. I like this poem very much, thankyou.
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the outline of the child is still seen - very poignant. I like this very much. Your poems communicate genuine feeling from a life truly lived. They really matter. Mary Angela Douglas