i miss the days
when i hear the children's laughter,
the sound of encouragement
as teachers watch them take the leap.
i miss seeing innocence
through the eyes of free spirits
trapped in complicated bodies
which limits transcendence.
i miss feeling excited
about small things and short words,
even a simple sound
and a little glance.
i miss triumph,
that sense of winning a battle
as i see progress from a child,
as i see awareness forming.
i miss the kids
who touched my life
through a song, a hug,
a kiss, a smile...
mostly...i miss...
their love radiating towards me.
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