Blameless

The morning wake for a child

Often brings its laughter into a dance

Only parents understand.

A clear morning light shrouding

The innocence personified in the child’s face

Opening the eyes with wonder

As they see the surrounding life anew,

Communicating each moment into a small treasure,

The joyful breathing of an unspoken mantra of gratitude.

A child’s gaze at the sky unfolds dreams

So simple

And humble in its realization.

Such imagination paints a child’s thoughts into layers of hope

On their mind’s butterfly creations,

Not comprehending the fragility of wings,

Nor the fleeting nature of time,

Innocent time,

The precious time so needed after childhood.

For this day,

This time,

Their small hands can accept the earth

As a soft and forgiving playground

Of fathomless possibilities.

Their dada and mama

Is the language of the stars,

Their words pure and unencumbered by doubt.

How quickly we forget

Innocence as a fragile bloom

Growing in this garden of youth,

Nourished by the sun of love,

Irrigated by the rain of happiness.

Such moments emit secrets to the wind,

And a ballet in the heart’s virtuous stage of devotion,

Reminding mama and dada

Of innocence that once was with them

Can still be rekindled into a fresh reality.