What Childhood Reminds Us

Gazing down at random faces

Mystique in nature

Fighting back the memory loss

I remember nothing, anything about children

Some fifteen something years ago

I know that children are children all over the world

They are a work in progress

They come in different sizes, shapes and youths

Require different forms of discipline

Every word we said to them,

Brings in hope

Your children are our children

So the families reminded us

Comes in different personalities

Some gentle and meek

Some are soft as a cotton ball

While some remain undefined

Some of them fall in-between

But each and every one of them have a mission

Your children our children

I know some writers before me told me so

That we need to analyze every child

Try to understand them.

Each in their own little way

Make clear a decision

That will decide their future

Give them opportunities

That will take them close to reality

That will help them through

Happiness surrounds us when these children finally

Emerge from their own

Individual, their own shadows

And the reflections of the heavy work, puts on them