we should hold onto that awe...with the eyes of the child...seeing how big and beautiful and full of magic the world can be...
yes - and remind ourselves: little children do see the world with wonder - but they do see the world. We, as adults, must guard against doing or saying anything that might diminish their awe. Thanks, Brian.
Ahh! To see with their eyes again...My nephew was so fascinated by wheels and vehicles of all sorts when he was small. That photo is so appropriate!
The picture, I know. I couldn't believe it, the first time I saw that shot of the little guy with that enormous truck.
The wonder of a child...sigh...a wonderful thing! I love the look on their faces in those moments...and their questions...it helps me to remind myself to be in awe too, even with things I've become accustomed to.
The wonderment and awe of a little child - really, beyond words, Jennifer.
As I was reading the poem aloud the vowels and the 'i's forced me to gape wide...wowwonder everywhere.. in the eyes of the child, in the photo and in the lines...
I’m really blown away that you picked up on that, Sumana. Yes, indeed, I did try to put “eyes” (a long vowel “ī”) throughout the poem – “rises, bright, smiles, spellbinds, wide, child” (and, of course, “eyes” in the title and the poem, itself). It’s a very tiny little verse (just 18 words and 1/3 of them have “ī”s). Occasionally, I have a bit of fun when I pen a poem that short (particularly, if it’s about a child) by doing something a bit different. But I’m amazed you caught it! Very good!
I really want to have more of that child in me.. and such nice way to use alliterations..
Children, the children of friends, nieces and nephews and grandchildren are such a gift that way. Just about the time, that you've almost forgotten the joy in a child's wonder - a little one wanders into your life and reminds you. Smiles.
Looking at the world through the eyes of a child is definitely a gift. I love to experience life through the life of my grandchildren, most especially my six-year-old granddaughter. There is real joy to be experienced through the eyes and heart of one so young.
It's so true. One forgets - but then, if you're lucky - a little child enters your life and leads you back to the joy! Sigh . . .