5 Year Old

( a poem for the child who is, right now, utterly perfect )

The 5 year old is a treasure to behold
As he lay his head on my lap this evening
I took in his beautiful youth
The curve of his button-nose
The flawless skin and sparkling eyes
The world has not yet soured him
He is, in fact, perfect
A beauty like none other
With a mind in keeping with spirit
That childlike spirit which draws you in
Ever closer
Wanting so desperately to keep it under wraps
Yet you know deep down it won’t last
And that is pain and love in one hit
If only I could stop the pain and keep the pure
That would be my gift to behold, indeed

Sophie

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