With children
a house becomes alive
Without them
an empty shell
With children
new moments of joy arrive
Without them
an unringing bell
With children
laughter stays in the air
Without them
but memories dwell
With children
the years to age unimpaired
Without them
— all magic is quelled
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2025 13:49
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Comments1
The excitement of children their innocence and their inquisitiveness it renewing and alive. Nicely said Kurt
Thanks. My Grandchildren just left.
Grandchildren the joy of life. You are most welcome
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