A Child’s Joy
Were does the joy in a child come from,
so free and full at play?
The giggles, the smiles
the little squeals of joy
the abandon an adult seldom feels.
Why do we lose this great gift from God
o longer in touch with our hearts?
Our problems so great
building walls thick and tall
blocking the bright lights of joy.
A child feels safe, so free and loved
no boundaries exist in their main.
They touch, they see, they feel
all things are a wonder to them.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1998 ©