Tiny hands grasp flowers and toys. Tiny feet run along streets and playgrounds.🌻
Their smiles brighten rooms and make our souls lighter. Their innocence and purity could make this world a better place, but they fade away along with almost everything good.
They nip at our heels until we are forced to love them. Love that will have us wrapped around their little fingers. They depend on us for guidance and protection, but many take advantage of that as if they weren't young once.
Old fools were once young fools and old people were young people. Don't change because the big world said you had to or else.
They have the most confidence and some of the best ideas. If we would just stop to listen and learn, we would be the ones telling the big world to change or else.
Happy (belated) Child's Month everyone. Please leave a vote or comment. 👍
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Love Poems 💔
PoesiaA collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshl...
