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I see a beautiful child with wide wide eyes,
his awe is absolute and undisguised.
His eyes in seeing are truly amazed,
and innocent upon all he gazed.
The little boy sees wonder in simple things,
and to our own eyes joy doth bring,
Pax, Pax, Latin for peace, it is a fact.
short for Paxton but named --just Pax.
Into this place of plants and gifts,
a place; a shop; of joys to give a lift.
To lift our tired weary hearts,
maybe just; to put some joy in a shopping cart.
Pax sees wonders that we cannot see
in his unspoilt simple way, but with eyes full of glee.
We see; a statue on display: with owlish features,
imagine what Pax sees in this statute creature?
Alas we have lost that way to see,
with age we have paid that costly fee.
A fee costed by our aging ways,
paid dearly; by our tired and adult gaze.
We see things in our un-innocent ways,
we don't use imagination in our visual play.
We see; just a plastic Owl per se,
of Pax's imagination we are not au-fait.
His Nan pushing Pax along in his wee go car,
his eyes darting near and far,
Fishes - in an aquarium, darting here and there,
Pax's eyes wide; finger pointing everywhere in his go chair.
Would it not be wonderful if we could see?
Life through Pax's eyes that shine and glisten with glee.
Why are we so simplistic in our imaginations?
and not always see peace in God's creations.
One wee boy called Pax discovering peace,
Peace of mind and joy for this little boy at least.
Mum and Dad; Nan and Pop; keep in mind,
And keep that innocence and encourage him to find.
To find joy and peace as he grows old,
don't let his joy of discovery grow cold.
Look around, absorb, and take in through your eyes,
see the beauty, that calm; that surprise.
Keep that surprise fresh in your mind,
love all creatures of mankind.
Lie quiet; think before going to sleep,
pray for your soul, of joy and imagination, to keep.
To Pax this wee boy of peace,
too young to understand his own life's niche.
So far in your short life Pax ; you have given great joy,
I dedicate this wee poem for you Pax; to employ.
Alex Gardiner. aka The Auld Yin.
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Author Notes
Picture by www.wallcoo.net
I was in a Garden Center come gift shop one day and was privileged to watch this little boy called Pax become amazed at what he saw through his beautiful innocent eyes.
The Auld Yin.
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