Sounds Of Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Alone, sitting, watching from a distance, little children
playing on slides and monkey bars.

Hearing animated talk and spontaneous laughter, enjoying
the happier sounds of childhood.

When younger, children were to be seen but never heard, I'd
much rather hear my sons, so I could gauge better when they
were happy or upset.

Children's voices in play are almost sacred, listening to
their innocence and purity, seeing their beauty.