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*****
Wonderfully insightful comment, Friend Asim! THX so very much!
Lovely write.....thank u, dear friend....
Thank You, friend Anjandev!
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.
Very hopeful poem.
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 ♥