Blessed Are The Little Ones Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

Children are the luckiest of creature,
Any human being could ever get,
Their happiness is beyond measure
With even the littlest of things we often forget.
They are the reflections of innocence
Adults have left behind;
I admire their childish perseverance,
On things they have set their young minds.
Blessed are these little children
Whom we thought have still too much to learn
For they're the ones who will teach us
Little things but worthy to earn.