Prose

Little Boy

written by: Ithilgalad

Little boy lays in his bed.
He knows nothing of the world;
Knows nothing of grief and sorrow.
Knows nothing of fear and pain.
What does he know?
What's going on inside that head,
When he looks at you, with those bright eyes?
It's almost as if he knows something
we don't.
He sees the world from a different point of view.
What would it be like
to spend a day looking through his eyes?
So oblivious.
So innocent.
So careless.
It's almost as if a child
Is a glimpse
Of how it should be;
Of how it will be...
It's almost as if a child....
A little boy
Or little girl,
So innocent,
So perfect,
Is a glimpse
Of Heaven.....