I reached and took her tiny hand,
As we walked across the street.
The music played as she skipped along,
And never missed a beat.
The white stuffed lamb is held so tight,
Clutched inside her hands,
The strands of hair in a pony tail,
Held by big rubber bands.
She explored her world with energy,
Each discovery a big surprise,
And the amazement felt by every step,
Was reflected in her eyes.
Her world is filled with simple things,
No goals now to achieve,
The only stress that she can feel,
Is merely make believe.
Someday the outside world will creep in,
With turmoil we can\'t forget,
But that is for another time,
Thank God she is not there yet.