Life Like a Child
To be a child again, ever fair
as flora on treetops roam to dare
swaying bough's limbs on a river deep,
while night's music blesses your sleep.
Innocent those cheeks granting a flare
of quarter moon's sheen dipped everywhere.
Frolicking up in jackstone rhythm
playful kites soar in drifts unbidden--
if they flop downwards, we laugh anew
that my inner child regrows, through you.
Forgetting gray hairs at seventy- five,
your dimpled smiles tell me; I'm alive.
(Thoughts of grandfather about his grandson)
Relationship Contest, Regina Riddle
from Carly Lalion
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2014
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