Poetry wrote me
With other children
We stare at the clouds
Angels guiding us
The stars were symbol of our dreams hanging in sky, Wonderful poem Friend Richard.5*****
It doubles our joy when we do share our joys with our children be it flying a kite or watching the sailing clouds across the sky!
No question about it, Dillip! And Gerard Kerouac's joy was a thousand fold whenever he looked at those clouds. He saw those angels guiding him to heaven. His Catholic nun teachers recorded his deathbed visions. As you know, he was only 9 years old when he died.
As children, we were so very full of hope. It was such a very different world back then. THX for reading and commenting, Ricky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angels guiding b'coz of innocence ♥
Most definitely! Thank You for reading and commenting, Zoyza.