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I don't need to remember what it was like to be a kid I don' t need to memorize where all the fun had been . It was in the unique moment of a first-born spirit without obligations and responsibilities . A Brief moment recalled and lived in a dream. Immersed in the body of a little brown-eyed girl How I danced with the flutter of a butterfly ,over and over again. Dressed up neatly in a white collar shirt ,and a navy blue pinafore dress, How I ran , breathlessly , in evergreen fields full of yellow buttercups, dandelion buds, and almond trees which barely blossomed through the eyes of women , and men . How I jumped like a frog earning its freedom , doing my utmost to catch the sky, to reach the soaring hand-made kite ,which kept moving far and high. My left -hand never letting go of that special red balloon , Mama's reward , on a windy afternoon. Each following morning, feet too tired to get out of bed but that lasted only till' I saw Uncle Frans'hat. How happy I was to sit on his lap ,, and listen to bible stories He read. How happy I was , to lick early fresh raindrops running down my cheeks,so different from the ones I feel when I'm out of my sleep. Moments to preserve. .. There on the back seat of papa's olive- green car , Our Chitty -Chitty Bang- Bang , travelled so far. Mum,dad, my brother and I ,face 'gainst the wind, Open mouths , Indian sounds , humming along , waiting for birds'wings to flutter as they sing. What a moment , of hide and seek,musical chairs , Of midnight mass and Christmas prayers . I lived them all .... Splashes of waves, shovel and buckets on sands , Autumn's foliage , picnics with cousins uncles,aunties ,and friends. Immersed in the body of a little girl with long noichettes french -braids swaying in the breeze , Playing hopscotch,running wild in vacant cobbled streets. I do not need to remember what it was like to be a kid I am there, in the dream , I had lived . I tasted pure honey before I'd been kissed Before years took their toll , wiped off sugar -frosted pink from my innocent lips .

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To Be a Kid Once Again

I don't need to remember what it was like to be a kid I don' t need to memorize where all the fun had been . It was in the unique moment of a first-born spirit without obligations and responsibilities . A Brief moment recalled and lived in a dream. Immersed in the body of a little brown-eyed girl How I danced with the flutter of a butterfly ,over and over again. Dressed up neatly in a white collar shirt ,and a navy blue pinafore dress, How I ran , breathlessly , in evergreen fields full of yellow buttercups, dandelion buds, and almond trees which barely blossomed through the eyes of women , and men . How I jumped like a frog earning its freedom , doing my utmost to catch the sky, to reach the soaring hand-made kite ,which kept moving far and high. My left -hand never letting go of that special red balloon , Mama's reward , on a windy afternoon. Each following morning, feet too tired to get out of bed but that lasted only till' I saw Uncle Frans'hat. How happy I was to sit on his lap ,, and listen to bible stories He read. How happy I was , to lick early fresh raindrops running down my cheeks,so different from the ones I feel when I'm out of my sleep. Moments to preserve. .. There on the back seat of papa's olive- green car , Our Chitty -Chitty Bang- Bang , travelled so far. Mum,dad, my brother and I ,face 'gainst the wind, Open mouths , Indian sounds , humming along , waiting for birds'wings to flutter as they sing. What a moment , of hide and seek,musical chairs , Of midnight mass and Christmas prayers . I lived them all .... Splashes of waves, shovel and buckets on sands , Autumn's foliage , picnics with cousins uncles,aunties ,and friends. Immersed in the body of a little girl with long noichettes french -braids swaying in the breeze , Playing hopscotch,running wild in vacant cobbled streets. I do not need to remember what it was like to be a kid I am there, in the dream , I had lived . I tasted pure honey before I'd been kissed Before years took their toll , wiped off sugar -frosted pink from my innocent lips .