Acorns (Photo credit: Gavin St. Ours)

In the acorn is the oak
In the seed the rose will bloom
In the rocking of the cradle
In the warmth to fill a room

In the playground is the growing
In each school the lessons learned
This is passion without knowing
How the smallest heart may burn

On this fabric is the pattern
In these days the image sets
Of the way these days are handled
Nothing in the soul forgets

In the childhood is the adult
All they dream that they could be
Therefore think twice how you make them
Raise your children carefully

Β© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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10 Responses to Childhood

  1. As a parent I know well about that one, how to raise your child, a life long lesson, trial and error, ups and downs, some you win some you don’t and no matter what you are always there for them. Lovely poem to reflect on today Helen.

  2. I think I will just say ditto – from what Michael has said πŸ˜‰

  3. what a beautiful reminder

  4. Beautiful I love the sense of potential. Having a child I naturally spend my time in a state of panic lol

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