In the Presence of Children
The wind is a feather that tickles your face
and brings the smell of flower fumes
clear from the neighbor’s house.
He knows this because he’s the ninja
with the most eggs in his basket.
The little hunter will keep looking till bedtime,
because that’s what hunters do.
The magician has cast a spell to hurry up
and find all the eggs,
because he needs to eat chocolate – now.
While the miniature carrot-top is elbow-deep
in the ice bucket; eating ‘ice-tubes’,
because her favorite color is red.
Random observations delivered with whimsical flair,
and fairy laughter as they lean in to plant
jelly bean kisses on the keeper of half-eaten Peeps.
Their company is a pleasurable retreat; I’m consumed
by a palpable sense of sweet and utter peace.
Because children at their magical best
hold our heartstrings in their hands.
~ Sonrisa Lockhart
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