in my child's eye...
it is possible,
for a frog, to choose to fly.
a dog to dance and
cats to swim.
it is possible,
to build a castle,
up into the sky.
to converse with stars.
for elephants to drive,
tiny cars.
it is possible,
that the world,
is without sin
and washed clean,
each morning,
which is to be met
with an insouciant grin.
it is possible,
to befriend the child
you just met....
no matter what creed
or colour.
it is possible,
to forgive
and live,
without regret
and to sleep
at night
without any stress.
it is possible,
at that age,
to know ....
a dollar found upon
the sidewalk,
is a treasure
of great proportions,
if made into,
lollies and shared,
with friends.
it is possible...
that fish can write stories
and possums delight
it is possible to count
a monkey as a friend.
it is possible to ride
kangaroos and
adventure to Timbuctoo
it is possible,
to love spaggetti
as much as your mother.
to make the new kitten,
your brother.
it is possible,
to love your dad
even when he is silly
or mad...
all this is possible...
....and much more
when you are just,
one year, past four...
...and you have a
sunny, lovable disposition
and the world has yet to
find the time, to revise
the freedoms of your amazingly beautiful mind...
it is possible....
and in many ways
so very probable...
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
in my child's eye...
it is possible,
for a frog, to choose to fly.
a dog to dance and
cats to swim.
it is possible,
to build a castle,
up into the sky.
to converse with stars.
for elephants to drive,
tiny cars.
it is possible,
that the world,
is without sin
and washed clean,
each morning,
which is to be met
with an insouciant grin.
it is possible,
to befriend the child
you just met....
no matter what creed
or colour.
it is possible,
to forgive
and live,
without regret
and to sleep
at night
without any stress.
it is possible,
at that age,
to know ....
a dollar found upon
the sidewalk,
is a treasure
of great proportions,
if made into,
lollies and shared,
with friends.
it is possible...
that fish can write stories
and possums delight
it is possible to count
a monkey as a friend.
it is possible to ride
kangaroos and
adventure to Timbuctoo
it is possible,
to love spaggetti
as much as your mother.
to make the new kitten,
your brother.
it is possible,
to love your dad
even when he is silly
or mad...
all this is possible...
....and much more
when you are just,
one year, past four...
...and you have a
sunny, lovable disposition
and the world has yet to
find the time, to revise
the freedoms of your amazingly beautiful mind...
it is possible....
and in many ways
so very probable...
writing this while watching
my boy Tod make more new friends.......and create a city
from sugar packets, cultery .....and salt and pepper shakers....at a brunch picnic..
God kids they are just amazing...
bless
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