I Knew A Child Once
I knew a Child once.
The Child laughed and played in the streams and brooks
Collecting pebbles and water-tumbled stones
And silver-shiny fish that flopped in her wet little hands
Holding oh so carefully
And putting them back to be caught another day.
She chased the geese in the fields and gathered their feathers
And when they flew away, apologized and told them
She didn't mean to scare them
And she just wanted to play.
This Child drew pictures with crayons that left smears and melted in the sun
And showed with her few words to me
That she knew more than I would ever know.
Her smile was that of the white daisies nodding in the fields
Radiant and delicate and pure, blue eyes shining with innocence.
Her laugh, the tinkle of bells
And the sound of utter joy
Rang through the air as she played with the puppies
Kittens and chicks.
The Child was killed several years ago
By this called the Teenager
With brooding face and angry thoughts
Who listened to music, harsh and loud
And snapped at parents
And yelled at siblings
And terrified the Child's companions
And chased everyone away
The Teenager who at times hated the world
And the world hated her
But when she was sad would think
And wish she had never killed that
One day the Teenager will be replaced
By a Woman
Who will forgive the Teenager and long for the Child
And realize that the world is a dog-eat-dog place
And be glad that the Child will not have to know,
And wish that everyone was like the Child, so innocent.
The Woman will sigh with resignation
Accepting the world
And desperate for love.
One day, the Woman will have a Child.
The Child will laugh and play in the streams and brooks
Collecting pebbles and water-tumbled stones.
And maybe, maybe the Child will catch a silver-shiny fish.
I once knew a Child.
I once was that Child.
My muse decided to work overtime a while ago, and I actually like this!