The Child
Her hands
wrinkle and scar invisibly
as she clutches a balloon string.
The five innocent fingers,
not yet aged with lines of experience,
have no boundaries.
These hands
promise a future.
Her eyes
are satiated with wonder,
in awe at a drifting balloon.
Her world is imaginative.
The tiny anthills are giant mountains.
Fresh grass creates a royal wonderland.
These eyes
appreciate a devalued world.
Her shoes
crumble with curiosity.
They are worn from wonder
as she chases a balloon’s path.
A questioning voyager
wears size four sneakers.
These shoes
begin to traverse a world unknown.
Her mind
explores nature’s bounty,
admiring the sky engulfing a balloon.
She surrenders to discovery
and searches for treasures in the ground below.
A dandelion is the approving toy.
This mind
dances, seeing a flower where weeds remain.
Her heart
burning with desire
for an unknown world.
She delights in the soaring balloon,
relishing a simplistic life in the clouds.
This heart
is the poetry
of a spirit often lost in life.
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