In almost any moment of doubt, the children are the ones
that bring me back. They are always the first, to greet
the stranger in town, to apprehend his place in the world,
to give and expect nothing but company in return.
In the very brilliance of their goodness I am compelled,
to answer curiosity with invention, to measure feeling
with only heart, as they do, blindly, and with a smile.
The children I have met, who are ever the key to their
watchful parents, with wide eyes, and open minds,
are everything we could still be ourselves.