tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post4805396513606342068..comments2024-01-08T08:43:29.509+10:30Comments on roslyn ross - small stones and other poems: We wanderRoslyn Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15700960108357035957noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post-30626578860758154732012-07-11T23:37:20.051+09:302012-07-11T23:37:20.051+09:30Beautifully said. Actually I don't miss childh...Beautifully said. Actually I don't miss childhood -mine was not so great and I seem to find surer ground the older I get so I don't miss anything of the past. It had always seemed a bit pointless to me anyway - one is where one is and the gift is that one has had the years. What is important, I believe, is to remember how to be 'as a child' and I have found that in grandchildren as I found it in my children - or rather, they remember it for me.Roslyn Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15700960108357035957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post-50148857848689773152012-07-10T22:14:50.978+09:302012-07-10T22:14:50.978+09:30How I miss the blissful naivety of childhood and h...How I miss the blissful naivety of childhood and how tiresome at times the knowledge and understanding which comes with adulthood can be. The eye may be the window to the soul, however, the heart is the torchbearer of all truth and intent.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com