Small delights as children play,
testing roles they’ll lead in life.
Adults watching stop and grin,
awkward copies of all that’s been.
Small boy swings with deliberate force.
His miss is awkward – brings surprise!
He still is learning that what he sees,
is different than that for which he sighs.
Sweet little girl loving times of peace.
resting happy in the folds of love.
Smiles that melt with hope’s belief,
that adults strong can bring relief.
Children teaching as they learn.
These are gifts so often spurned.
Yet if gentle hearts will learn,
that all as children must be reborn.
Author – Bill Tidsbury