Some more poetry...

When my heart grows weary

And my sould takes flight

From the dull and dreary 

Of the darkest night

There's a voice I hear

A voice of love

Bringing hope so dear

Sent from above

And the depths of despair

From the point of the low

Become heartfelt care

That a child could know

For a child is simple

A child is so kind

Each smile and each dimple

Inquisitive mind

Open heart and restless soul

So much to learn from the young, little foal

So much to be found 

When the times grow tough 

Each sight, smell and sound

Is barely enough

Except when they come

From the gentle and mild

Sweet little hands

Of a precious child. 

❤️