The Little Ones Poem by Morning Wolfe

They bring me such joy these little ones.
I am not sure why I waste time on the unnecessary.
I could bundle up all the anger, jealousy and bitterness,
put it aside and leave it in the attic of my memories.
There should be no room for anything else.
The little ones are all I need.
Always a rainbow, never a cloud.
Except the ones that look like grandpa.
Unconditional and ever approving -
Never a disappointment in their eyes.
Amused by silly faces or the words 'dog poop'
I think these little ones secretly know the secret.
And I bet they will be willing to share it.
With just me.