Children Are Persons
I once thought children like clay
you mold them
shape them
guide them into form…
My fingers ache with trying
You are wild, like wind
You are air and spirit and Life itself
You are a force that won’t be contained by hands
A creation all your own
I am in awe of the strength of your spirit,
getting clearer, more defined everyday
My striving hands become praying hands
and bowing hands
The person in me honors the person in you.