“Shapes are everywhere, grandad.  EVERYWHERE! 

There’s a triangle, here’s a square!”

William pointed through the moving car’s window.

He said all this with an air of complete surprise.

But I felt challenged to open my eyes,

To perceive this world with the mind of a child.

Yes, shapes ARE everywhere, it cannot be denied.

I was impressed by his delineation

(He only turned four yesterday!}

And his fascination at God’s creation!

 

“My face is a circle,” he said, looking into the wing mirror,

“An oval,” I corrected, as only a teacher would.

 

Our senses dim, as we grow old.

We lose our wonder for all we behold.

But it’s all around us, the magic’s still there.

It takes a child, though, to show us where.