Wonder

What is the point

in having a child

if not for to nurse them

wide-eyed beguiled

–

a passion for things

they can’t buy in stores

a genuine interest

to open closed doors

–

toys and stuffed puppies

all have a tale

a special enchantment

the wind to a sail

–

and who is responsible

for lighting this fire

if not for a father

no duty more dire

–

for wonder ends quickly

they grow up too fast

unbridled imagination

left in the past

–

so take time this evening

to consider your role

as a touchstone for children

to fill out their soul

–

and trust in a child

you can’t understand

for all things return

when you reach out your hand.

–

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This is the twenty-ninth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim