She Is The Child Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

I watched the children at play.
Their very essence of innocence.
They began to stare.
They were aware of my pressence.
We see you they exclaimed.
Little giggles filled the air.
Come on out; it's ok.
One little girl walked over to me.
She extended her sweet hand.
I smiled...so did she.
I looked a little closer.
She closed her hand.
Her eyes sparkled with glee.
Wanna play in the sand?
I'm too big..Here grab my finger.
Do you like to swing and sing; my favorite two.
I know she said... I'm little you.