Friday, June 29, 2012

When You're Five


When you’re five,
the world is your oyster.
When you’re five,
you take for granted
that wonders like cotton candy
and chocolate fountains
inhabit your world . . .
that loved ones will shower gifts on you
and sing your praises
When you’re five,
you can greet the tiny bush
among the large ones
as the fellow child it is
expecting smiles instead of odd looks
as you crouch down to speak in
your gentle voice to it
When you’re five,
rain clouds obscuring the moon
from your binocular search
of the night sky
is the biggest crisis of your day
as you cry fitfully to the sky, “bad rain clouds!”
Life is good when you’re five,
or it ought to be.


In honor of a beloved grandson turned five and all the children for whom joy is a too-rare commodity.  May you all be blessed this day and always.

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