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.
