With splashing and thrashing
and all things quite fun
there is nothing so filling
as the play of little ones
their laughter contagious
their joy infectious
and they come and go
and where they are
you know
and life
is
because they have lived
and though in later years
it is hard to see
that same little person
who could be
so bright
a beautiful light
but we are not so far
and so we talk and we struggle
we laugh and we cuddle
and maneuver through
the different things
to do
or don't
and really just push
when we want to give
to sleep, no more to live
NO
we must push
we must live
we must share
and for those whose hearts are there...
enjoy the laughter of the little ones who care.
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