Aftermath: The forgotten
Scientific Method
They play they learn
They learn because they play
They assume we will protect them
They assume they are safe
At least for a time —
The fears of a child waver
Come and go
Rise and fall
The fears of a child hover
In the air above their dreams
The tasks at hand
The moments they love
The painting on the desk
The numbers on the page
The language module
In their ears
They are open to the world
In ways we forget
Open to all of it
Their joy their curse
We forget our childhood
And endanger theirs
Constantly
We forget what they need
Above all else:
Sanctuary
Above all else
We want our own toys
— by Douglas Pinson