A Child's World

The little babe toddled along,
one little finger in his mouth,
his tiny hand grasped in his mother's.

He tripped on a stone and stumbled,
and let out a long, indignant wail.

His mother gathered him into her arms,
and dried his tears with her kisses.

Then she stooped and hit the stone.
She scolded it hard for daring to trip her darling.

The child stopped wailing!
He climbed down back to the ground,
and slapped the stone with one tiny hand,
scolded it just the way mommy had.

And then, all troubles forgotten,
he reached back for his mother, climbed into her arms, and crooned,
one little finger in his mouth.

It is a child's world…
The world is His!

By A. Geeta