Children

A reminder that children are precious
Though they seem so small
Wonder with them
And see the world though their lens

Pretty, beautiful and a host of words
Never could there be a word
To define them in a frame
Their preciousness is a gift not a privilege

Their spoken words so pure and true
Their laughter, lightens up the mournful world
Their smiles, melts even the hardest heart
Were you a child once…

A child will be a child
For they only pass here once
Love them, treasure them
God’s gift…

P. Sakthivel