While I worked as a peace activist I cared for toddlers a few hours a week. It was such a relief to escape the darkness of nuclear weapons and attitudes of war by immersing myself in the imagination of two-year-olds for a few hours. My favorite time was when they woke up from their nap. Happy Easter!
Six somnolent toddlers
nestle in daycare cots
clutching stuffed animal amulets-
their companions into the dreamworld.
One by one they rub sandman eyes
and extend their little arms to me
as budding tree branches stretch to the sun.
We sit and rock
to the rhythm of hushed monosyllables
identifying body parts and objects.
I wonder if Jesus touched his resurrected body
exclaiming, “My eyes!” “My nose!” “My ear!”
My war-worn heart hungers for hope.
Who can give it?
The children teach trust.
I rub my purblind eyes,
and stretch out my arms,
© rita h kowats 1991-2014
Photo Credit: “Freedom” by citybreezes at https://www.sumo.fm/#profile/p=2