Dog eared & daydreaming

A child is pure as the driven snow....

We are a tapestry

of colors & stains

deep gaping wounds 

& faded scars

faded from a once point of brilliance...

but if you look close enough

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a really nice piece. I believe we're born knowing all and just too weak and hungry to do much about it except maybe grab a tit and hold on for dear life. The wisdom of men is foolishness with God I've heard so maybe we are born with a higher wisdom; the need to be loved; the willingness to trust and more honest innocence than we shall ever possess again. Here's to the inner child we keep uncontaminated from the mundane brutality of life.

[Beccy]

If you look close enough there is still the child within.

I observe my son often and bask in his innocence.

Loved both the poem and the wonderful title.

Beccy