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Innocence

Inquisitive hands
prying
the menus
of my
smart phone
so efficiently,
inquiring mind
exploring
the world
around,
to comprehend,
to interpret,
his
investigations
inspiring
awe,
wonder
and reverence,
innocent
questions
leaving me stumped,
I guess,
its time
already
for self-up-gradation
to be
able
to
match steps
with
him.

Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - 2014
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  1. Cathrina ConstantineApril 10, 2014 at 12:13 PM

    Such an ingenious poem! I love it!! And all the I words...

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 11, 2014 at 11:55 AM

      Thank you so much Cathrina. It is good to see that you joined my journey.

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  2. AnonymousApril 10, 2014 at 5:39 PM

    When it comes to technology, I ask my kids if I have problems. This poem is great!

    M. J. Joachim

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 11, 2014 at 11:57 AM

      We all are being increasingly out-dated in the world of kids who are on roll and will never stop. It is so awesome

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