About the Poem
For the parent who sometimes forgets to see the joy, or the teacher who feels the challenge, of having the gift of knowing a child.
|by T.l. Post
I have found a place
Inside this day,
Where inner children
Run and Play.
Where worldly concern
Of Rush, Rush
Is replaced by
A child's blush.
Be as young
As you must.
In innocent truth
You can trust.
Be not worried,
Harried or woed.
In your heart,
You need know.
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