An early view for growth
as she blossoms in white
before the buds of Spring
come to ripen her heart
Loveliest of trees..fruit so
sweet from the dew of
summer comes a garden
with rubies of red
for young lips offering
overflowing sense in
innocence of childhood
And yet change so
inevitable there would
be no more butterflies
that fade only to be
reborn for another
season into adulthood
(c) A Thousand Words Worthy
12September2012
Vivian L Dawson
Innocense and precious moments childhood gives to us.
Growing to adulthood with assurance. Sweet image to
embrace the love of childhood shared in your beautiful poem.
Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on September 15, 2012
Your passing of innocence period continues. We all regret the fact that our children have to make that journey. Your words make it a sound little less scarey and a trifle reassuring for us parents.
It seems to me the older we get the faster the children grow up, as a grandparent it has amazed me watching my little angels grow in the wink of an eye.
fee
OH, How this hits home, it seems to happen overnight..that is why I am keeping close to my heart my little Grandgirls, it is a second chance..miraculous really~
Christine
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2012
from child to adulthood...such is the process of life. when wer're young we want to be adults and when we are adults we long for the yesterdays of youth. ah....such is the process of life. anna
To be young and innocent lasts but for awhile, then to move on to the season of adulthood. Would that we could be innocent for a bit longer. Nicely told, Lady Vivian.
I say we can still hold onto our youth
it is entirely up to us to keep those wonderful thoughts. But beautiful metamorphosis of the change all go through springing from youth to adulthood.
I enjoy the things children do, I have a color book and colors... all could. It is within our own power to enjoy.
Wonderful poem
Love and Light
Lily
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2012
Yes, Vivian, it seems slow when we are children
and then one day you become an adult with memories
of fruit and butterflies. Beautiful words...bringing
back my childhood.
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Growing to adulthood with assurance. Sweet image to
embrace the love of childhood shared in your beautiful poem.
Lady Mary Ann
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Christine
Joy L. Hale
it is entirely up to us to keep those wonderful thoughts. But beautiful metamorphosis of the change all go through springing from youth to adulthood.
I enjoy the things children do, I have a color book and colors... all could. It is within our own power to enjoy.
Wonderful poem
Love and Light
Lily
and then one day you become an adult with memories
of fruit and butterflies. Beautiful words...bringing
back my childhood.
Deborah