When do we stop skipping?
As I said goodbye to my three year old,
She gave me a wonderful squeeze,
With a love that had the awesome power
To bring me to my knees.
The excitement of the day ahead
Placed joy within her mind,
And she skipped away to see what
Adventures she would find.
When do we stop skipping?
When do we lose that drive,
To seek out life’s adventures
And truly feel alive.
When I collected her, she ran to me
We cuddled and we smiled,
As she poured out her adventures
That were simple, fun and wild!
We turned to wander home,
And as we had nothing planned,
We chatted to some elephants
Then skipped home hand in hand!
No comments:
Post a Comment