Regeneration
Small children are such pretty little things,
Their chattering and skipping on the green
Playground of summer like the beating wings
And songs of flocks of birds are heard and seen;
It’s fortunate such playful charms are theirs,
That doll-like innocence and holding fast
To unspoiled beauty’s natural to our heirs–
Or this bunch living now would be the last.
Art-Colored Glasses 
WOW! lovely and very inspiring poem. Children are a wonder of nature, so pure and delightful. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem Kathryn.
Thank you, Samina. Though I’m childless myself, I enjoy other people’s children and, well, I enjoyed my own time as a kid too! 😉 So I think I have a reasonable perspective on the joys of childhood. 🙂
A delightful picture, full of hope and aspiration. The poem adds to this feeling. Both are lovely.
I had such fun watching that boy and his family in the park. There were lots of families enjoying the paths and gardens and the lake there on a beautiful, beautiful evening, but this one child was so serious, so intent on scooting around on his little bike that I had a hard time looking at anyone else. He was a little charmer.
O so sweet… !!! Such a delight.
Thanks, G! He was adorable, that little boy, and I couldn’t help reflecting on it in the poem. 🙂