Little child Oh so sweet
smiling as she goes
mind full of dolls
and clowns and things
so excited does
she feel.
To her a window box is
a forest, a cardboard box
a magic place
so full of colour
of life
so free.
To her she has imagination
making everything her own
her mothers buttons in the
tin were jewels around
the fairy
throne
Stay in this safe
splendid place while
life allows you to be
as clothes pegs are your
babies filling you
with glee.
Years go by and things change
nothing will be quite the same
why can't things be simple?
and so precious
once again?
(c) TRIZIA 2007
