July 6, 2015 Babies Innocence 10 Comments Babies innocence What do they see in their dreams Whimsical smile To be so naive again Oh how I wish it could be ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: angelic, babies, children, happiness, innocence, joy, naivety, tanka, the young, to be young again
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: DO YOU ACTUALLY REMEMBER…YOUR BABY DREAMS???? :) Reply
oh if only we could have the innocence and peace of babies… but even to look at them in their glee and purity is enough to impart some shred of hope and youth to us. Reply
You are absolutely right, as my grandfather said, “Why would I want to hang around a bunch of old people…all they do is may you old.” Thanks Elle. :) Reply
And yet, for all their innocence, there is nothing as soul-searching as the intent gaze of an infant. Reply
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DO YOU ACTUALLY REMEMBER…YOUR BABY DREAMS???? :)
Thanks Jonathan and no I don’t, but then again I haven’t remembered a dream in many years. :)
Sometimes I still live in that dream. Then – reality smacks me upside the head.
Ouch…but they still can be very cute. :)
Yes, their outlook is so simple and easily contented. Great writing, Dom.
Thank you very much…who doesn’t love babies. :)
oh if only we could have the innocence and peace of babies… but even to look at them in their glee and purity is enough to impart some shred of hope and youth to us.
You are absolutely right, as my grandfather said, “Why would I want to hang around a bunch of old people…all they do is may you old.” Thanks Elle. :)
And yet, for all their innocence, there is nothing as soul-searching as the intent gaze of an infant.
Very well said Anna, I couldn’t agree more.