The Child Part
Come. Rest.
Let the tears flow.
Tell stories.
Listen,
not to the crowds in your mind,
but to the quiet of your heart.
Truth lies there,
quiet,
simple.
The child part,
tempered with age
is stronger than you know.
About this poem
I had an “out of the mouth of babes” moment yesterday. Which had me thinking and smiling all night.
Tom
Quarry House 
Yes, you really did…I secretly think it was a divine appointment for you….yes? The hurts and struggles and the happinesses in your poetry come through in a powerful way. Remember if you ever need a human ear to listen…..
Thank you Toney!
Really like this poem. It’s so true and what I’ve been discovering lately. That our truth can be found in our hearts, not our minds.
Amen, Chris.