This little child counts.
No more, no less.
touching the flesh of others freely,
moving in stumble step.
Staring at new eyes, giggling,
even falling, crying with the bump,
reaching to hands willing
to lift
to guide
to support…
to be left alone again…

This little child counts-
no more, no less
being born to life
every moment of her living…
no more, no less.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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