The Laughter of A Kid

The laughter of a kid, sends chills down my spine.

The purity and high pitch, reminding me of what life was like back then.

No force or restraint, just a tickled heart,

Reminding me of the deepest dream in my soul.

The dream to teach and to act as a guide for them,

To mold them into their best selves, without taking away that laugh.

I plant my feet in the morning, praying that I can push through the day—

Push through for the kids I will push in the future.

Their laughter fills my head and heart with the lightest kind of joy, and so I begin my stride for the day, for them. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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