Simple Things
A poem about childhood fears of growing-up, uncertainty about their future, and having someone be there for you.
The simple things in life I see
Of butterflies and birds and trees
A sea of smiles pure and free
With all my heart I’m listening
From silky sand between my toes
From tiny hands bright buckets flow
A castle here, a giggle there
Near Mom, hold tight, in case I’m scared
If darkened clouds wear me thin
Pull covers tight and close to chin
Then shivering and gasp to breathe
I ride the waves uncertainly
Will the suns both sides I feel?
Or hope? Or calm? Or love? Or fear?
And will I know when moments near?
Words Softly.
Speak Slowly..
Simply Be…
Simply Be There.…
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