Learning to live
is
an awful strange task.
How
will I know
just
what questions to ask?
I’ll
utter one word
when
the time comes to speak
but
that word may not get me
very
far down the street.
Until
more words come,
and
I trust that they will,
there’s
a lot of love around me
to
surely fulfill
what
words cannot say…
and
thankfully my eyes
can
see farther and farther each day.
Learning
to live may not be so bad
and
as I grow up
I
may be quite glad
for
the gifts bestowed
upon
my flourishing heart
this
journey may just be
a
great work of art.
© 2012 d.c.p
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