This is a poem about a child. It means alot to me so I hope you like it.
This Child's Hands
This child's hands hold the world
This child's mind sees it unfurled
She sees it in all it's innocence
She sees it as it was meant
She sees this earth as one big playground
But she'll never cry when she falls down
She is stronger than I
When I fall I cry
This child's hands fit in my own
Yet this world is her's and her's alone
It aptly captures the innocence of a child to the horrors of the world around us. A poignant, moving poem. 
