children

children

A Poem by sette

The day is bright,
the sun is shining,
clouds are hiding
to pave way for children playing.

Sitting on a wooden bench,
on a nearby park,
admiring their cherub faces,
with chocolate smears on them.

Their giggles and smirks,
heard everywhere 
were music to my ears,
wishing it wouldn't end.

I sat on the wooden bench,
thinking and hoping,
that they stay as
children forever.



© 2018 sette


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Ah, but the calendar pages turn and the children grow up...and they do so all too quickly. What a lovely scene you describe here. Watching people from a park bench can inspire poetry! I liked this. Lydi**

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

thanks nothing to do because of backlog of work, the nearest park has been a favorite destination, w.. read more
Time goes by way to fast. It seems like yesterday my daughter was born and now she is 32. Nicely written!

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

and there is nothing wonderful in this world than to be a mother
Your poem delivers quite an impact. How wonderful to see the world through their eyes!

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes totally true thanks for the kind review
Your poem and the picture are a perfect combination. They grow up faster these days, lose their innocence too soon. How sad.

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

that is so true thanks for the nice review
Anise

6 Years Ago

you are welcome sette :)
Ah yes! The pristine quality of childhood innocence cannot be duplicated nor be feigned. To be children again, to have children remain the way they had been. Small, pure and uncorrupted. You've made your point and how. Well done.

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

thank you my friend for the appreciation
θεά 

6 Years Ago

My pleasure.
This is so relatable the older you get. I think we recognize and pine for those early years through them. We remember through their joy our own when we were at their age. As if we could join them. Youth is a gift.

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

it truly is especially the innocence
"music to my ears wishing it wouldn't end" I love this. I also love this carefree picture of the little free spirits running, laughing without a care. Smiles...everywhere. Nice write I really enjoyed it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

thanks effie for the appreciation
Love the lines about clouds hiding so children can play. Its also nice to know that kids the world over are the same...love chocolste but have problems finding their mouths with it. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes children here are chocolate lovers so they have good set of teeth.. hahaha.. and afraid of denti.. read more
Lorry

6 Years Ago

And the parents afraid of the bill :)
sette

6 Years Ago

so true thanks for the wonderful review
Yes we adults wish that children would stay small so the children could enjoy life more... We know for their benefit that being a child is the most happiest time for them.. And if they grow the have responsibility with bills, life, love, heartache and so much more.... So we pray for God to let them enjoy life... Thank you for sharing

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes friend and it so sad when we hear them being abused and all.
A very beautiful thought indeed. I relate so much to your words. At the same time, I say a prayer for these most vulnerable of God's creations. Let this be a better world for them. Well done, sette!

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes if we can do something not to let them experience pain then maybe but sad to say they will event.. read more

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