What is it that you wonder in joy?
Is it the brownness of the fallen leaf,
The splash of a puddle as water lands on your boots?
Is it the snowflake that gently alights on your tongue,
The velvet petals of a scented flower in bloom?
What is it that delights your senses?
The coldness of an ice cream cone on a hot day,
The warmth of hot chocolate in wintertime?
The softness of an old sweater,
The beautiful scent of your mother’s perfume?
Full of play and adventure,
You complete all that is around you.
With no fear or remorse or regret
You storm through your world with glee.
You hold your head high
And laugh with the peal of ringing bells.
Let no one take these moments from you,
Child of wonder, child of play.
There will be time soon enough
When the joy will slip away.
© 2015 Valerie Hathaway