Kids have a way of
Immersing themselves in the
Magic of everyday
Imagination, not
Knowing that this
Openness we think ordinary
Lives wild in our
Youth, so
Near that we
Never believe it can disappear.
Years later we will see that
Optimism challenged as the
Unknown morphs from
Newness to negativity. We
Grow wiser, we think,
Master our own lives
And wonder why
Reality is far less
Tantilizing than
It was when
No one was looking.
Evermore we seek the
Zen of childhood.
--
Poetic Bloomings Memoir Project
PART 1 – Who do you think you are?
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Thursday, February 28, 2013
Who do you think you are, child?
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