Innocence

A tinkling giggle,

A nose-mashed kiss,

A two-handed grip on my wrist,

A tiny child with upturned face,

Offering the gift of God’s Grace,

Swinging giddily from my arm,

Filled with bubbling, guileless charm.

There are good memories from Vietnam.

© T.P. Woodfork 7/26/2010

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