Wonder

The nose pressed against the window pane.
Hands smudging the glass.
Eyes round, eyebrows raised in
Wonder.

The child is lost staring
At the toys.
So pretty, so magically
Wondering which one, she likes best.

A childlike wonder is precious.
The adults in the store smiling.
Her parents stand back looking 
With wonder upon her.

What is there to catch the imagination?
What is there to be lost in curiosity?
How can one wonder in the face 
Of so much loss?

Loss and wonder.
The parents start to frown
At their curious, wondering child.
No money for toys this year.

Who is lost now?
Where is the imagination?
It is not in getting that we 
Are satisfied.

The child is not wondering what 
She can have.
She is wondering at the magic.
Unseen Pixies play with the toys.

Having the doll is not the fun.
Playing Mommy with her tattered 
Ragdoll is the wonder of the child.
She is not lost, just imagining.
Jennifer, it is your wonder
That is the magic in your life.
A life curious over
The next pixie you will meet.

I am lost in wonder.
Who could have imagined
Our time together.
Joy, wonder, and thanks.

Jim

ON THE OCCASION OF YOUR SIXTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY,
FROM YOUR LOVING HUSBAND!
(USED BY PERMISSION)

 

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Here is a little girl stopped on the sidewalk. Nose against the shop window lost in wonder at the marvels inside. What could be holding her attention? The adults though find watching such childlike joy more fascinating! I wrote this on Jennifer’s 65^th birthday to honor her for she has never lost this childlike awe at each moment of our time tighter!