Thursday, 26 January 2017

CHILDREN



CHILDREN
A moving memory of ourselves
Innocence in its finest
When we slept the soundest
And smiled the brightest

No worries, no cares
Imagination took us anywhere
Finding a rock was rare
Filling us with childish wonder

What has happened in yesteryears?
No longer seems so clear or hard
Like when mom and dad
Could chase away our fears

Children have mastered the art
Of being free and peaceful
Reminding us all we are free at heart
As moving memories  of our selves

Done by Kendra Mathaya

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