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Recapturing Innocence
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Life Expressions Volume I Copyright 10/30/00
Sitting in this clearing
Listening to the robins sing,
I close my eyes and
Let my thoughts take wing.
Seeing the glistening dew the
First time through a child's eyes,
And wondering all the wonders why.
Is this droplet an angel's tear
Shed for the child that is near?
Another thought comes to mind,
Maybe a raindrop that got left behind.
That must be it I heard him say
As he shook the twig
To send it on its way.
He saw a butterfly
Such pretty colors
As it fluttered by.
He danced after it
Through buttercup and daffodil
Laughing happily at will.
Finally tired he sits by my side
And with eyes open wide
Asked “why my eyes were
Closed so tight.
How do you explain trying
To see the world with a
Child’s insight?
So I told a little lie,
“To keep the light out was why”.
Once again, innocence was lost,
But there for an instant
For a moment in time
I held it to my bosom
And it was boss.
