A Childs Poem

They're all just little sprouts to us;
Little children, one and all.
But what they write is their own truth;
They surely make the call.

They're honest in whatever they write;
They write just what they see.
They really tell it like it is;
They hide nothing, from you or me.

They let us know what's in their hearts;
Things that make them laugh or cry;
Things that bring a smile to your lips;
Or a tear to the corner of your eye.

It's so nice to read what they have written;
They tell us how they feel.
And we know whatever they wrote about;
It's their truth, and it is real.

It doesn't matter if the poem is short;
Or even if their words rhyme.
What matters is, that we read it;
And give them some valuable time.

A little praise, can go a long way;
And help to shape their lives.
When a young mind is given some love;
It's amazing how it thrives!

© Betty Hawkins 2003
(All Rights Reserved)