Rebekah Gamble - Children

Children are the wind,
gone so soon,
but pleasant and lovely,
like the light of the moon.

It's adults who're the problem.
They don't understand
that a child's life is a story
in which they each have a hand.

They could be a rough touch,
a chapter of anger or fear.
They could be a trusted friend,
a chapter of love that's sincere.

Remember youth kindly-
they're the book, you're the pen-
write them a good story,
by being their friend.

written 8.16.o7

Rebekah Gamble

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