THE SPIRIT OF A CHILD

The spirit of a child is a fragile thing.

It thrives on freedom, but requires boundaries.

Yearns after adventure,

but needs the nearness of a parent.

 

The spirit of a child is a fragile thing.

And sometimes I wonder why God

should have entrusted each one

to the care of such rank amateurs.

 

Did He not know we were barely free

of our own childhood?

Still looking and longing for the wholeness

and confidence we were so sure adulthood

would bring?

 

How differently we would have shaped those young lives

if we had known then what life

took twenty years to teach us!

So much more touching and praise

and delight in their accomplishments!

 

And yet, we see them standing straight and sure

and, if there is within their glance

some hurt left over from our mistakes,

it seems to make them all the more aware

of the pain around them.

 

Thank you, Father,

for guiding our parenting.

For protecting those tender shoots until they budded.

The spirit of a child is a fragile thing;

conceived in the mind of God

and watched over with His love.

 

 

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About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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7 Responses to THE SPIRIT OF A CHILD

  1. mbwilliams says:

    ‘Still looking and longing for the wholeness
    and confidence we were so sure adulthood
    would bring?’

    Wonderful lines…That feeling of completion is a tricky thing! But sometimes children can point the way there for us.

  2. Catie Eliza says:

    Always such a joy to come by one of your poems. :] Lovely, true, and relevant to us all. xxx

  3. magher1 says:

    Yes, many parents are deeply still children themselves, yet they somehow manage to teach their children something about life… Nicely done!

  4. I am often amazed that my children aren’t in therapy. I just assumed they would be. Based on my childhood I assumed they would hate me with an underlying anger that seethed like a wild creature caged too long. None of my assumptions became true. God did, what God does, and grew them well in spite of me and y lack of a suitable parental model. The spirit of a child is amazing. I want mine back, and I’m working to get it. Lovely poem!

    • dswan2 says:

      Thank you all for your kind words! It is a miracle when children take the broken pieces we give them and build a beautiful structure!

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