The Givers

The picture book of a handful dreams;
The diaries full of things we wished;
The scribble on the newspaper faces;
The building castles out of lego pieces.

Placing our fears in the hands of two,
wanting to grow up a little too soon;
Before we know how to think up wise,
we struggle to make our choices right.

But as they say we learn as we falter,
we hurry back to our little warm shelter;
Because even the plants die without warmth,
the showers of love and the home soil charms.

We may follow the world to become old and wise
but in our roots is all the conditioning we may find;
Cause when we were young our little fingers did hold,
the hands of two lifelong givers with a heart of gold.