(For my grandchildren, with love and gratitude.)
May we in our maturity keep finding delight
in butterflies, birds, and bubbles in flight.
May we in our wisdom always leave room
to discover new ways we may learn, grow and bloom.
May we with our wounds and scars and tears
remain sensitive, innocent, tender, and dear.
May we with our busy schedules not find
we have missed out on moments to love and be kind.
May we who have traveled this road a long way
not keep from exploring new paths today.
May we who have weathered all seasons and years
freshly welcome the morning as sunlight appears.
(This is a prompt from Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday, an online writing community- I encourage you to visit her link- listed under the photo- and read what other writers have posted, too!)