Teach me to look with fresh wonder

Child, though I take your hand

and walk in the snow; 

though we follow the track of the mouse together, 

though we try to unlock together the mystery

of the printed word, and slowly discover 

why two and three make five 

always, in an uncertain world –

Child, though I am meant to teach you much,

what is it, in the end,

except that together we are

meant to be children

of the same Father

and I must unlearn

all the adult structure

and the cumbering years

and you must teach me

to look at the earth and the heaven

with your fresh wonder.

- Jane Tyson Clement