Poem By Wilma R. Cole

He is a light in the sky
Of weariness
A breath of fresh air
In my life.
I watch him grow
And grow each day.
His world enlarges by the hour -
With his quest to know
And to know `why'.
Each discovery must be explained
With words he understands.
I am happy in the quest
Of each journey he makes
Into the unknown.

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