Children scamper
Wild, yet not hurried
Like a rose blooms;
Patiently above the ground.
Their life packaged in wonder,
Discover, what never was buried
Beneath the sun or the light of the moon;
Excited each time something is found.
Nothing is forgotten in their pockets,
Understanding nothing is left behind.
ZoralinQ 
Sherry Blue Sky
June 28, 2015 at 9:33 pm
I love this one, kiddo, your words but especially their wonderful faces.
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Mary
June 28, 2015 at 9:08 pm
Visiting this poem a second time! This is one of your best, ZQ. And those kids are so good looking.
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drpkp
June 28, 2015 at 8:29 pm
You have caught the delight as a firefly shining from the screen.
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Nataša Dolenc
June 28, 2015 at 3:09 pm
truthful and beautiful.
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annell4
June 28, 2015 at 2:34 pm
I think I forgot a word? What I meant to say, is how much we could learn if we could follow them around.
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annell4
June 28, 2015 at 2:33 pm
How much if we could just follow them around!
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C.C.
June 28, 2015 at 12:49 pm
“Their life packaged in wonder”—ah, yes, that describes children beautifully.
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kaykuala h
June 28, 2015 at 12:04 pm
Children are most fulfilling and a joy to be around with. Wonderful lines ZQ!
Hank
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Dylan
June 24, 2015 at 4:41 pm
Great poem, Pop! Love you!
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humbird
June 22, 2015 at 5:24 pm
Beautiful poem, so special for the “Father’s day”! Hope you had the best one! 🙂
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Myrna
June 22, 2015 at 11:49 am
How nice to honor your children on Father’s Day. I enjoyed the portraits. So lovely, as are your words. Hope you had a happy day yesterday (and all days).
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glmeisner
June 22, 2015 at 10:49 am
Fun with children is a thing to miss.
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Preeti S.
June 22, 2015 at 10:02 am
Another favourite. A beautiful portrayal of childhood. 🙂
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Jae Rose
June 22, 2015 at 8:21 am
That last line is simply fantastic…and i love the images which compliment this growth…
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dani
June 22, 2015 at 4:30 am
wonderful!
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Truedessa
June 21, 2015 at 9:17 pm
Through the eyes of children much can be discovered..
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Susan
June 21, 2015 at 7:25 pm
Love! “Discover what never was buried,” gosh. Do you remember when the world was like that for us?
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gillena
June 21, 2015 at 5:46 pm
thanks for sharing your joy so simply; have a lovely day
much love…
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Donna@Living From Happiness
June 21, 2015 at 5:32 pm
You have described so beautifully and eloquently what a father, my father, felt watching his children….this is such a beautiful poem and your reading of it brought tears of joy and remembrance to my eyes…thank you as I remember my father’s great love for us!
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Sherry Marr
June 21, 2015 at 2:53 pm
I love the poem and love the photos even more. I like the portraiture, solemn rather than smiles. One sees who each child is in these photos. Very wonderful to have raised such a brood, ZQ!
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Mary
June 21, 2015 at 12:45 pm
Indeed, nothing IS forgotten in their pockets.
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Brother Ollie
June 21, 2015 at 12:11 pm
yah – tis good to be dad!
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Suyash J
June 21, 2015 at 11:58 am
perfect for father’s day
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Sumana Roy
June 21, 2015 at 11:34 am
a very special poem for a special day…sweet and true…
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Sanaa Rizvi
June 21, 2015 at 10:55 am
This is just beautiful.. hope you’re having a great weekend 😀
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nissa_loves_cats
June 21, 2015 at 10:51 am
A wonderful poem for Father’s Day.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
June 21, 2015 at 9:57 am
Children are simply amazing in their way of finding something new and wonderous
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