His infant hands hover above the water,
Yearning to play and splash.
Light shines between his chubby fingers,
and I see it for a moment. His soul.
Clear as a pool and pure as sunbeams.
He blinks up at me, eyes dazzled,
And I let go just enough that he can reach.
He laughs and smacks the surface,
Showering us in drops of chilly water,
and the sunlight of a child's simple joy.
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M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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By Kelly Vedder2 days ago in Poets
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Truly the joy of a child is a precious gift
Beautiful and perfect ending!!!