[sun]

small shoes. blond curls. bare feet. sweet bows in tidy locks of hair.

"mamma look at this. mamma look at this."

climbing. hanging. look at the brave monkeys.

r u n n i n g . s l i d i n g . h o p p i n g . c h a s i n g . s l i d i n g . s k i p p i n g 

...............LAUGHS.

                               ..............SWEET YOUNG VOICES

"these are for you."   "will you tie my shoe?"

children are so precious. when i look at them, is see so much innocence, simplicity. they have no knowledge of the evils of this world that are so real and overpowering to some just like them.  do they understand the blessings of america? and how long will the be able to enjoy them?

bright blue-eyed stares. curious faces. swift feet. awkward steps.

true smiles. holding hands. face-first fun. smooth, head swallowing shades.

                                                                                            "found a BIG mushroom."

what are their thoughts? how do their parents treat them? who are they going to be? where will 10 quick years take them?

friends. playing house. the beautiful tom-boy. gorgeous, singing flower-picker.

colorful little dresses blowing in the wind. r-shaped sticks. cowboy boots.

the ballerina loves to skip. RED FACES.

"i captured a lady bug!"...'BIG' chairs...slide race...dirty car loses...cheering.

how gorgeous, how handsome. these little ones are. 

each so unique and infinitely valuable.

"look at me!"

l i n e  u p . w a l k  i n s i d e .  a n d  a n  e m p t y  p l a y g r o u n d.

  

                                                                                                     all that remains is...