Awakenings
a life not yet focused
only the hunger for sweets
and new experience are clear
yet every waking morning
this little nose sniffs out
all that is good in the world
a world that wants nothing more
than the sweet for this child
who rests their heart
at the steps of a neighbor
with the family pet
the ride to school, the father
a thirst for imagination
answers, and books
lie dormant inside waiting
for that spark of awakening
to be thrust upon them
by hands that have sifted
through the same mire
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