I see your tears,
Your open mouth,
Full of misunderstanding,
Of the grown-up world.
I hear your scream,
For childish needs,
For a bit of freedom,
Of the grown-up world.
I see your fragility,
Your ache for maturity,
Of a six year old,
To the grown-up world.
I feel the love,
In my heart for you,
Speaking in my language,
Of the grown-up world.
I feel your need,
Your need to grow,
Which contain the demands,
Of my grown-up world.
I see my child,
The beauty of you,
The innocence of a child,
In the grown-up world…
De Gans
Mooi Leven, by De Gans has a page on Facebook, I would be delighted to meet you there.
“The Goose” also loves to gaggle at Instagram and, every now and then, at Twitter and at Pinterest.
Dit komt wel heel dichtbij…
Prachtig geschreven, emotioneel bijna..
Lieve groet.
Lief ben jij. Liefs terug!