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My sons wanted to touch The nebula in the galaxy. So I bought them a telescope. After they soaked up the stardust, I witnessed how much their imaginations Lit up like the sun rays, and by then Only five minutes were gone by. On the next ticking minutes, They broke the telescope into pieces And frowned in disappointment For they couldn't find The treasures hidden in the far planet. They asked me, “Can we get another telescope?” I asked them why they broke this one? They laughed so innocently, together and said, “We were trying to take Pluto out and hold it.” I laughed with these clowns. But Traveled deep into space and saw What their beautiful imaginations Saw and painted vividly! I told them that the next telescope is In its way for delivery with “Prime Time.” Their darkened face shined like Christmas light And their imagination began to run wild again.
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Imaginations through Telescopes
My sons wanted to touch The nebula in the galaxy. So I bought them a telescope. After they soaked up the stardust, I witnessed how much their imaginations Lit up like the sun rays, and by then Only five minutes were gone by. On the next ticking minutes, They broke the telescope into pieces And frowned in disappointment For they couldn't find The treasures hidden in the far planet. They asked me, “Can we get another telescope?” I asked them why they broke this one? They laughed so innocently, together and said, “We were trying to take Pluto out and hold it.” I laughed with these clowns. But Traveled deep into space and saw What their beautiful imaginations Saw and painted vividly! I told them that the next telescope is In its way for delivery with “Prime Time.” Their darkened face shined like Christmas light And their imagination began to run wild again.
Kids break many things in life, until they grow and understand life. No matter what they break in the process or how long it takes for them to reach that stage, our job is to never break their imaginations.
Jobira
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51/M/Here
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
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