Small boy, fist held tight
Secretively he protects
The jewels he holds closely
They sleep under his pillow
They are part of who he is
Possessive, compulsive
Only three years old.
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Morpethroad 
Beautiful, Michael. You’ve shown this child’s sense of self so well here. Thanks for participating in small stones!
My pleasure Lori….is the topic each day of my own choosing?
Yes… just anything you see, hear, or comes into your mind that makes you stop for a moment and reflect.
Ok thanks
Welcome hun 🙂
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Such a beautiful and well-written snapshot mindful moment.
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lol. This makes me laugh. Everything a 3 year old owns are his/her “jewels”. And if you attempt to take them? … no, just no. 🙂 Great poem!
Thank you so much Amanda.