These are their halcyon days; I’ve seen wither & thorn.
Dizzy reality of dreams; ready to be born.
Their world is an open door; I’ve climbed out of windows.
Short times free of sin; but I can see innuendos.
Walls are free of writing…yet, mine are black with scribble.
Words still free of allusion…I know how to quibble.
They’re just now learning to lie; while I’m focused on why.
They’re just now learning to try; I’m committed to fly.
They’ll learn how to sort thru life; I can only model.
Shown is stronger than told…either way, off they’ll toddle.
For: E&B
L.B.Stowe 