Sitting here, a mum of two
I think of all the things I do.
Rare pockets of sweet time for me
to recharge all I hope to be.Child-like wonder of a shell,
the penny of a wishing-well;
how fresh the earth would always be
if we could look, as children see.When past is gone, they do not care,
excited by life everywhere.
Few worries for the day to come,
they charge around, just having fun.To take a leaf from children’s books:
no furrowed brows, no worried looks.
To simply step their path each day,
would help me live a better way.
© Nicky Clifford 2016
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