Ah!
The sweet joys of childhood.
Literally running around town,
sometimes barefoot,
daringly crossing tressels,
hiking into the woods
without hesitation or concern;
knowing that even though Mom supported the family,
she was always home.
Ah . . . it was glorious.
What I wouldn't do to Bewitch-ingly wiggle my nose,
or cross my arms and blink
to fix so many things about today.
I can only speak positively.
Hug those who might need it.
Lift those who seem down.
Share my trials and triumphs with others.
Be a light.
But, boy howdy,
what I wouldn't do for a night of
The Dictionary Game at Poppa's house
or a Saturday morning wrestling match.
*Sigh*
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