My child, you may not have the screens to gaze,
No Netflix shows, no Cartoon Network days,
But you have something more, something so rare,
Friends to laugh with, and moments to share.
Under the rain, you dance with gleeful grace,
Barefoot and free, with a smile on your face,
Your joy is contagious, it spreads like a flame,
And in this moment, you’re not missing a thing, you’re not missing a game.
The raindrops on your skin, the wind in your hair,
The laughter and shouts, the joy beyond compare,
This is childhood’s magic, this is life’s delight,
A treasure to cherish, a memory to hold tight.
So let the rain keep falling, let the thunder roll,
For in this moment, you’re rich, you’re blessed, you’re whole.
My child, you may not have the screens to watch,
But you have life’s beauty, and that’s worth so much more than a patch.
