Age of Innocence

He walks a limb, unconcerned, undeterred, master of his own destiny.

Alone at the top of the world, competent, exuberant.

Dangling meters above the earth, unafraid, unhampered.

Innocence in motion, carefree; nonchalance as an art form.

My heart climbs with this fearless child, for my body no longer can.

May he know this joy for the entirety of his life.


Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

7 thoughts on “Age of Innocence”

  1. That’s a touching poem. Your grandson looks pretty comfortable up there among the branches, not to mention cool with his shades on.

    I used to love climbing trees too. Sadly, I’m not sure I could still climb them nowadays. I’m confident my ability to fall out of them remains undiminished, though.

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