A Child .
Tender
And
Fresh.

Unmarked by time
Markings of time take on many forms
A scar from the time you went on a family vacation to the mountains and you fell and a giant rock got stuck in your knee.
Creases in your forehead from fretting over how you are going to pay this month’s rent.

Tired eyes.

Revisit the Child.
Tender
And
Fresh.

Feel the warmth of their body as they lovingly place their delicate tender hands
so carefully on each of your marked cheeks.
Their weight in your lap keeps you grounded, keeps you present.  

So to be in the presence of a child
Is a brilliant thing.