Little Eyes

A Poem

By Miriam Gayize
© William H. Johnson

Today I went outside
With shaky hands and weary eyes
The air was crisp with Winter’s touch
But the children still played
Away from the danger of an infected touch
They ran around and laughed
With happiness in their little eyes
Their bodies knew not of fear
As they climbed on looming trees
And swung high
Til their feet touched the sky
They made mud cakes & mud pies
And played with marbles & rainbow kites
They had lunch breaks which they never sat through
And ran out of the house with their mouths full
Today I went outside
And saw happiness in their little eyes