My little muse

 They bring you smiles,

even when you are worn and weary,

from life’s incessant rigour;

laughter amidst distressing hours.

They are your sunshine

breaking through the shrouds of dark clouds;

a treasure trove of reminiscences past

to cherish when you are ripened souls.

They bring you love,

and teach you a thing or two of life;

bring you hope

for a ‘morrow that is beyond your grasp.

And though they are yours,

they belong not to you;

for they are the bearers

of tomorrow.