When I was a child

All my days were filled with endless wonder

When I was a child

I would lie on the dew-covered grass and search the vast evening skies for falling stars

When I was a child

My friends and I would venture deep into the woods and tell tales of the grim reaper

who with sickle in hand icily searched for his next victim

we weren’t afraid, he came only for the old, not us

When I was a child

I would look to my mother’s arms for warmth and my father’s eyes for approval

When I was a child

I wondered when will I be grown
Now I’m an adult

and I wonder can I ever be a child again
(Thanks to my niece, Ashleigh, for allowing me to use a photo of her!)