| When I look at a patch of dandelions,I see a bunch of weeds that are   going to take over my yard.
 My kids see flowers for Mom and
 blowing   white fluff you can wish on.
 When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me,I see a smelly, dirty   person who probably wants money and I look away.
 My kids see someone smiling   at them and
 they smile back.
 When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tuneand don't have much   rhythm so I sit self consciously and listen.
 My kids feel the beat and move   to it. They sing out the words.
 If they don't know them, they make up their   own.
 When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it.I feel it messing   up my hair and pulling me back when I walk.
 My kids close their eyes, spread   their arms and fly with it,
 until they fall to the ground laughing.
 When I pray I say thee and thou and grant me this,give me that. My kids   say, "Hi God!!! Thanks for my
 toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams   away
 tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I
 would miss my   Mommy and Daddy."
 When I see a mud puddle I step around it.I see muddy shoes and clothes   and dirty carpets.
 My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to   cross
 and worms to play with.
 I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? Unknown | 
3 comments:
What a beautiful poem!
thanks for the gentle reminder to look at the world as a child.
miss you!
Sweet! I love it.
I remember picking dandelions for my mom and wondering why she wasn't more exciting about the flowers.
-Susanna
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