she speaks boldly

I sit on the

stairs with the child

looking through the bars,

"what do you see?"

Small fingers grab hold,

not able to wrap around the

metal fully, her other hand on

my shoulder to steady

There is no spoken, her mouth

is open in a smile

Time moderates shapes and colors

before her, bright and bold

Subdued and subtle gradations

are virtually invisible to her, the 

transition from dark to light

unknown

She speaks her young child talk and

I know only happiness, for she

speaks boldly

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

i really loved the innocence of this rhyme....its so light and sweet...
thanks for this heartwarming write....