Through The Eyes of a Child

I have lived my life through the eyes of a child, seeing life as always happy, never sad and crappy, never worrying if real life trials and tribulations would ever attack me.

Grateful for the peace of mind that comes with only small moans, happy laughs, and soft cries, sleeping peacefully in the bossom of my mother, as she keeps the vines of life tied. Always waking up to life bushy tailed and wide eyed, smiling at the faces smiling down on me, as they come together to protect me from lifes horrible lies.

Keeping my eyes open, loving every moment of my sight, because I know that only the love of my mother would allow me to continue to see through the eye's of a child.