In the face of a child
you see a simple belief
that life will always be safe and good.
That they are loved. Always.
Even when you might yell or sternly scold,
a child forgives. Not really knowing they even need
to forgive.
A child comes running for a hug and snuggle that says, once again,
everything is going to be okay.
Yes, in the face of a child, everything’s gonna be okay.
A child doesn’t know that they might not eat tomorrow.
A child doesn’t know they may not have a place to sleep tonight.
A child is laughter, joy and expectation of fun. They just want a zooming truck or a pretty doll or a book read, just one.
In the face of a child you find the hope of the whole wide world,
wrapped up in the crinkles around their eyes as they smile,
in those chubby cheeks and baby teeth lined up so nice.
In the sweet, sweaty smell of their body rubbing up against yours.
In a child’s believing eyes there is love.
Their “Good night Mama, I love you” holds more hope than one adult can imagine to feel
in life time.
Hold on to that hope honey. You hold on.
Logic & Imagination 