Child Wanna Be

Look in the mirror, what do you see?

A child wanna be.

A child views the world so simply,

No worry, no responsibility.

A child is free to talk to imaginary friends,

Make up stories that have no end.

Two parents to love them and hold them near,

When lightening is about and they fear.

Parents they can draw little projects for,

That will be hung on the refrigerator door.

A child’s world is the last taste of true freedom we see,

Yes, in the mirror is that child wanna be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If we could just go back to those times and see the world through children's eyes. Unfortunately when we do, it is called dementia. This poem was inspired in part by Judy's (snowmansmom) son Harlan. Harlan for those of you who don't know is 4 ish and is having a pretty rough time medically. I got to speak with him a couple of days ago and even with all he is going through, the cheerfulness in his voice was unmistakeable. Sounded to be quite a pistol of a young man.

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