Bruised Knees
You can be sure
Summer is here
When children
Have bruised knees
Six on the left knee
Three on the right
Tanned skin
Dirty fingernails
Tired eyes
Happy smiles
How did you get them
I ask
Dunno
He shrugs
Unconcerned in his youth
Memories surface
Of days long passed
Tumbling in the dirt
Stringy hair
Caught in my mouth
And bony knees
Speckled with dark bruises
©2014 Jill Baker
Snapshots 
I think part of raising children is remembering the innocence of our own youth. Things my children do, thoughts they share, are refreshing in a world full of adversity. Their outlook on life rejuvenates me and I often find myself longing for simpler times.