She made roses out of air horns
and understood the pen came long before the keys
She found wisdom in the eyes of newborns
Just knew nothing lay beyond what the eye could see
She thought as a child
distance never looked at in miles
and if I could only buy her outlook
maybe life wouldn't be so full of trials
She found the tree growing in the scrapyard
and laughed with children until they were hushed
She pointed with glee at the sky until the last star
running an hour late, the woman wouldn't be rushed
She thought as a child
looked for color and flash, not style
and if I could only take her picture
I would enlarge and frame her smile
She thought as a child
No comments:
Post a Comment