Children Are Persons

by willeya

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.