Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Kenny

Posted Friday, February 01, 2013

There's a little boy inside of me
He's cute
Blonde
Friendly
And ALWAYS smiling

He loves his grandparents
He loves camp
He loves to tinker
Fiddle with stuff
Take it apart

He loves to explore
Ride his bike forever
Sing to Jesus
Dream about better days

Somewhere along the way
The smile seems less frequent
Tinkering ended
Exploring ceased
And dreams stayed dreams

The little boy in me
He deserves better
He deserves love
Just for being him

by Ken Carlson


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