Look Janet, gasped little Luke, it's a whole field of wishing-flowers!
...and soon they fly upon their wishes 
...and instead of little colorful boots, it's bigger than mom or dad's shoes
....instead of toy trucks and cars it's big-boy trucks and cars
They heap the heart with happiness
And tender, simple joys
They keep us steady in life’s mess
Life’s little girls and boys
They teach us how to slow our feet
To listen, not just hear
To reach for more than bread and meat
While they are sweet and near
For, far too soon their wings will spread
And they will fly away
The stars can wait, dear mom and dad
Be with your child today
© Janet Martin
The stars can wait- pretty
ReplyDeleteHi Trish, thank-you for reading and for your kind words! I am privileged to constantly be reminded of what the world looks like through the eyes of a child:) so. simple.
DeleteI was. Great advice.
ReplyDeletethank-you for reading and for your constant kind words.
Delete"They heap the heart with happiness..." Lovely, simple poem. And achingly true. I am fascinated with seeing through a child's eyes. So much unconscious poetry to be enjoyed. I knew a little boy who called willow trees "fireworks" trees.
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