Oh, that we could all greet
as he greets me, all smiles
and radiance, and running
to me, his arms out to be picked
up and held, a tight hug, this
my little buddy, and off we go
into a world of innocence; but,
no, we learn to keep our distance,
enlarging the space between us,
defensive, yet defenseless,
cautious
and perhaps afraid, even in the hug
we might take, this brief warmth
one to another; and we wonder
where it went, how to get it back,
that joy, that innocence,
wondering, too,
what we could learn from a small
child,
what he might learn from us.
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