Nothing
Nothing
Is
more important than a child
Nothing
More
beautiful, more precious, more special.
The
eyes of a child taken in…
The
ears of a child….
Innocent
oscillated thought about
The
world
Clean
and untouched
Without
blemish
Without
discrimination
Without
right or wrong.
The
mouth and hands of a child
Express
what they feel
Express
what they believe
Reflect
the world
As
a clean mysterious nature.
Listen
to this child
For
he has not yet been persuaded
He
will express pure waters of truth
Which
could replenish our biased souls.
Nothing
is more inquisitive than a child’s mind.
Let
it blossom as naturally
As
the beautiful wild flower in the wood.
Then
try to paint its picture.
Nothing
Child
Nothing
John
Alan Conte` JR
1990
or 1991?
Written
for my nephew, Thomas John Taverna (Tommy), who was six at the time