Children
by: Stephanie Peete
So meticulous, so intense,
Little eyes so full of chance.
Adamant, but ever loved,
Precious gifts from up above.
Tiny hands and tiny feet,
Seem to make it all complete.
Giggles with a toothless grin,
Part of this gift's precious trim.
Ever learning minds expand,
As they grasp onto your hand.
Want to see all that life has,
And with it all - learn from the past.
You hold the world against your breast,
This task will be just one big test.
But ever moving - always forward,
They will be life's big reward.
