RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Growing Creative - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Insipidly unselfish are children of the world, full of
love and caring, inspiration and absolute trust.
Taking all of life in glances, looking for insignificant
meanings in nature's environment.
Unavailed in daily tasks, wanting only to play and be at
Wonderful childhood basking in joyful serenity, taken
seriously by each other, in homes of caring.
Free from abusive situations, all little ones can grow
into creative individuals at their own pace.
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