• Lessons clasped tight in
    the insignificant hands of
    a child. Pudgy fingers choking
    the truth out of the moment
    until it runs between barely
    visible cracks and creases
    between digits.

    Trust a child to show
    what is, and what is not.
    Revel in the fictions only to
    grow and understand that
    truth permeates the very
    essence of the greatest
    fables.

    We grow foolish with
    age. Wise with the world
    but ignorant to the real matters
    in life. Yes, wisdom comes at a price
    and somehow we reconcile the
    beauty of a worldly existence
    with the shame of forgetting.

    Forgetting what it was like
    to hold truth between pudgy
    fingers, listening to a favorite
    bedtime story.