There is something special
Precious, vulnerable, loving
So innocent.
We all go through it,
it is childhood.
A beautiful young life
curious, wonderful and special.
So intelligent
absorbing information
left, right and centre.
Good information
stored on th shelves of a brain.
Funny moments, exciting moments.
These little people, so beautiful,
watched by a caring mother.
Protected, loved and cared for.
So why oh why are there people
on this planet that want to spoil it.
Wreck memories, invade their space,
abuse and frighten children.
Let them be children, let them play.
Children are our future.