For Tanisha’s Challenge
The Way Of Learning
As a child, I dreamed of cowboys, teddy bears, and my daddy’s garden
As a child,I knew not of hardships, China’s wares, and supermarkets
but time soon came crawling
As a child the world loved me and accepted my monkey capers
As a child I knew not how they caused my mother torture
As a child at full tilt
Blazing new paths
My armies full kilt
Followed happily
As a child death had not darkened my door
As a child I knew not grief that stays hidden under a caged floor
the cruelty of losing a child
As a child I had yet to learn of the evils of rancor
As a child thieves, poverty, grief, abandonment were just words
As a child I grew to know both sides of the coins of life
As a child the joy of marriage and children were limelight’s
Yet to be realized
As a child innocence
A blessing
Living into old age
The way of learning
As a child you are putty awaiting God’s hand in the molding
(clarice) 03/19/12
for Alba Hernández Abrego
Singingclarice's Blog 
March 22, 2012 at 7:36 pm |
This is such a masterful capture of our journey from childhood into our supposed “mature” years! Thank you so much! I pray to be putty in the hands of God, always! Otherwise, I will never be a pot worthy of holding anything of value!
March 22, 2012 at 11:33 pm |
Thank you, I so enjoy your postings read them in my e-mail as soon as you post most times, I don’t comment to often, I have trouble logging into these to leave a reply, but please know I am reading you,…Your words are so true