Little child...

Little child, your smile makes me smile. Your sweet blue eyes and wistful gaze. The way they glisten in the sun. The way you skip on wooden floors, just like you're running through a field of flowers. The way you take your crisps and want to share. The way you climb onto your sisters lap and just sit there. The way you just are. Just a child. Just a child. But in all your childish ways you're more wise than me. In all your innocence and smiley outbursts, you're more than me. Much more. Teach me, little child. Teach me, how to live again....