Louisa Rogers

Toddler's Football?

I wrote this when I was sat in a local park of mine and saw a lot of what is described in this poem.

As they run on the harshly textured ground,
We watch them try to kick a football only to fall on their small behinds.

As they hold onto our hands, their other reaches out for that all important ball.
Told no after numerous attempts, they give up, demonstrating their big puppy-dog eyes into our own.

When they sit down, they only stand up again to explore yet more of the wonderous world of green.
They approach random members of the public, unaware of the dangers they could hold.

They point their little fingers to the sky, cheering others of their kind to kick that very same ball.
Being adults, we don't see it as complicated.
But then we ask if it's really all as simple as
Toddler's football? ?

Written 08-07-10

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 8, 2011

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  • Christopher Is Dead (but I'm More Than Alive) (1/8/2011 10:05:00 PM)

    I don't know what you were going for exactly, but I see the beautiful innocence that is lost as we get older.

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