Through my eyes I see them as no one else does. I feel their creative spirit. I hear their unsung song. I experience their joy of youth as they flutter through the room. I feel their grace emerging, like a butterfly, Leaving it’s cocoon! Their opinionated spirit lets my heart dance! For I remember days gone by of my own youth, now long gone, but the spirit remains! Sweet memories of yesterday, all obstacles, all roads, all choices made, both…..