Through a Child's Eyes

Do you remember how you used to see it?

This world He shaped with careful hand.

Do you remember how you'd marvel,

With every simple step you'd land?

Do you recall how beautiful it was,

To see a sunset with its bright glow?

And do you even still recall

The time you marvelled at a great rainbow?

Do you remember your first colours?

The creatures and the things you saw?

Everyone so strangely different,

Each wonder filling you with awe?

Let's go back a little further...

Would you remember the first gaze

Of perfect love from your own mother,

Upon her face, that tender grace.

Do you remember how He formed you,

Before your eyes had learned to see?

He knew your name before you breathed it,

Come back to that simplicity.

Mark Humber.  May 2026

(N.B. These are MY child's eyes, which inspired this poem, the eyes of my little Amalia.)

At the time that I took the photo - 22 May 2021, I penned these words: 

"A Child's Eyes

Little eyes that wonder; what do they perceive, discern; what do they know? 

How do they see beauty, detail, contrast?

Do they feel empathy? Certainly they respond to love visually, also to humour, maybe also sorrow or pain?

What would it be like to see the world through a baby's eyes?"