BY CAROLE NICHOLS
To a child, things are simple;
They see life through innocent eyes.
To him, love is easily revealed;
It's simply the person on whom he relies.
To him, love is total trust,
And faith is right there, too.
It forms the basis of all love;
Stays with him his whole life through.
It is odd that we were children once;
We know these basic things.
Yet, we often confuse love and passion,
And look at the heartache it brings.
We search throughout adulthood
Trying to find that feeling;
Forgetting that faith and trust must exist,
Or love will often leave you reeling.
If we could learn to look for love
Based on the criteria of a child,
We'd find such peace within our souls,
And our hearts would never be defiled.
"To a child things are simple"
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I remember being a child, and I felt a million years old from my earliest memory of a blue light shining outside the window while I was supposed to be sleeping in that dresser drawer.
And, 'they' say kids don't remember, and babies can't smile.
...pretty poem, though.
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