PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

as a child

I filled my mind with such beautiful things

butterflies in a dandelion summer

the smell of sweet sweet peas in spring

every being living or blossoming had a story

to tell

under every rock or pebble hid some wonderous

yet to be told secret

I was ecstatic to hear the rain

I mellowed when I witnessed the thunder

innumerable rainbows and cloud forms

and talked to God about them all again and again

I wanted to paint the world

and speak its every language

I discovered books and what exactly they were

very young and I could hardly wait to learn to read

fantasizing over all the places those endless

pages could take me

I was an over eager pupil to my limited enviroment

admitter of charm

proposer of play

life had my young attention quite fully and

remarkably

and my love for the living of such said life

shaped my every skip to school

where as now I am a well balanced and adjusted,

some what life educated adult

brimming with a mutlitude of experiences  

that I can fall back on

and yet somehow onward in me

that curious happy child lives

and simply

JUST BECAUSE

we

that is (she and me)

always wanted her to.......

(written Aug 21,2005 640 am)