Do we remember our infancy,
The prickly feeling of toddler activity,
The sense of being small,
Because everyone and everything
Seemed so large in our vicinity?
Do we remember our tottering attempts
At learning existence?
Do we remember our bondings
With people and things,
That feminine scent
That masculine strength,
A furry softness,
A satiny feel on our fingertips,
A measure of continuity,
That pervaded our young senses?
Do we understand
However positive or negative,
Are our true feelings of innocence?
Beyond Our Exodus
©2012 Cindy Eksuzian, all rights reserved.
Thank you Conny for this wonderful review!