(a collection of thoughts from a morning spent musing on childhood)
Little hands
rest as
Little eyes
watch the screen
to see such a
comforting creature
ask you
'Won't you be my neighbor?'
Big lessons taught
from a humble
loving voice.
A source of love and sanity
in such a restless time.
A calm, caring
and reassuring presence
is what you always were
in those days of childhood.
Childlike rapture
at each encounter in your
living room or
land of make believe.
Your memory
is a reminder
of the good that is possible
in this world.
Sincerity could be found
in every gentle word
uttered to the young
hearts of the world
aching for love
and understanding.
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