Pocket's Edges Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Little children taking time as it comes, enjoying every moment
given to them.
Expectantly wondering with curiosity always sitting on edges
of life.
Taking everything at face value for now, looking at nature's
beauty, taking it as their own.
Wanting to keep whatever they find and put it into their
pockets for safe keeping.
Treasuring it all for memories brought when found in secret
places only known to them.