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The work of a child

  • Writer: Zion
    Zion
  • Oct 17
  • 1 min read
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The work of a child

Leaves fall in the reflection of my glasses

Swaying in silence

Matching the trees in the window

What is the work of a child?


A child is a pillow

A companion for rest


A child sleeps

And is carried in from the car


A child stares out the window

During long drives

Watching the grass fall and rise

As you pass the hillside


A child provides the joy necessary

To appreciate the chicken wings

At the restaurant


A child makes ordinary things

Into little worlds, all their own


A child speaks

When things do not make sense


A child cries

When scraped by hardness


A child is lifted

When they cannot reach


A child loves

Though they cannot see

 
 
 

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