THE WISDOM OF CHILDHOOD

 

Wisdom, does she change her nature?

From the moment she is born within a child

To when she lies in wrinkled old age.

Does she learn more than she forgets?

The wisdom of childhood

That comes so easily in what is felt

Than what is superficially seen,

By what is experienced and touched

Than opinions thrust forth by the world.

The wisdom that finds beauty in cobwebs

Caterpillars, anthills and forgotten toys.

The wisdom that recognizes love from rough palms

And seeks no evidence of it in flawless translucent skin.

Does she learn more than she forgets?

The value of small surprising adventures

Worth much more than a lifetime.

The wisdom that demands the reason behind every ‘no’

Every ‘you must’ and every ‘you cannot’.

The wisdom that almost all the pain the world inflicts

Can be erased by a mother’s kiss.

The wisdom that every living thing, even if they are mute, has an opinion

And is worth having deep hours-long conversations with.

The wisdom that you can build your own universe

And live in it, much more fulfilled,

Than in a concrete pillared adobe abode.

The wisdom that fear can exist, only, in the absence of love.

Tell me,

Wisdom, does she change her nature?

Does she learn more than she forgets?

 

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