The Starting End

Dear Child, don’t fret
Your days are not short

You have all the time in the world
Don’t run to be where I am now
for wisdom you think that  I hold

I would crawl backwards if I could
for the innocence in your eyes
To see the world again unclothed
nary a face with disguise

Dear Child of mine
Enjoy your stay
harvest all  days you have
Treasure this moment, this time of your life
of purity unscathed

If I spoke with wisdom of my years
then you would be told
I’d give it all, right here, right now
To see life with your soul