My heart could not beat without his so small so delicate in a world of its own
I have known grief and tragedy heartache and lost the blue loneliness of depression as cold and dark as an empty sea
I have known love in many different faces in many different ways I have walked through its endless fields of flowers burning in the palms of eternity
but this love in his heart
it is born from legends of fairy tales forgotten prayers from old gods whose name we never knew the magic and wonder that is only found in the heart of children
all children
and how blessed are we to know their smiles and to hear their laughter to be touched by their infinite wisdom
so simple so true so beautiful
how is it that we have forgotten we too were once children how did we lose our way where in our education were we taught the things that stripped us of our own magic and wonder
and will we be foolish enough to hand this same education down to our children too
hope
at times is a heavy burden a burden we must not drop a burden we must carry for our children sit atop this hope they play and laugh and imagine within this hope they carry and protect the love of wonder and magic
here in this hope is their better tomorrow their better world
I squeeze him a little tighter and a little longer hoping he will manage to hold onto his childish wisdom despite his education