A Curious Child

A child once sat at her mother’s knee,

And asked that tales be told.

Of God and Jesus and Angels true,

A world she could behold.

 

A tender age, a tender mind,

She loved the tales of God.

A gentle Father to us all,

A Son who once was flawed.

 

The tales she heard so long ago,

They stayed within her heart.

And formed the woman she became,

I think she’s pretty smart.

 

The mother passed on to her rest,

The child grew up to be.

For you know, so long ago,

That curious child was me.

 

 

 

 

22 thoughts on “A Curious Child

  1. Murphy’s Law

    Awwww, wouldja look at the precious younger you! I can’t imagine you ever losing your curiosity. You were a beautiful child inside and out, and continue to be in adulthood.

    And on the plus side for all of us, we get the benefit of your curiosity every day!
    Ginger

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