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Child, a poem by Luciana Mollica
Child
A poem by Luciana Mollica
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Children speak such simple words
with voices that are hauntingly beautiful.
Children are fragile
like the frail beating wings of the gentle butterfly.
Butterflies see the world with wondrous eyes,
viewing all the colors that we bypass.
This is like the child who asks questions
about all the beauty that we overlook.
Children tilt their heads in curiosity,
like wheat blowing sideways in the wind,
or the blue-eyed bull
cocking his head at you.
The gaze of a child is mysterious,
as they see more in you than you see in yourself.
Children fill their new and precious hands with the Earth,
loving it more than anyone,
as if they are a mirror image of God.
