Children

There is a feeling,
In me...that is a part.
A place where children,
Wrap around my heart.

It stays most all the time,
Soft words...so sweet.
A longing to let the little ones,
Hang around my feet.

And over my shoulder,
To hang their troubled heads.
Ere comes the time appointed,
For them to go to bed.

I love the smile that children give,
For it is so sincere.
I know for sure that when they speak,
The truth is what you hear.

To feel the innocence of youth,
And to beckon each along.
Gives strength to do the righteous thing,
And to lay aside the wrong.


E.P. 1908 - 1989