A Child Again

I want to be a child again. I want to skip down the glen, singing Here We Go Gathering Nuts In May. Holding Daddy's hand in mine. I want to know I'm loved. That someone is watching over me. Bandaging cuts, kissing bruises better. Making sure I have my tea. I want to learn to swim again. Ring A Ring A Rosie....we all fall down. Until I learn to hold my breath. Then doggie paddle...then float. I'm free in the sea. I want to play hide and seek. Try not to giggle until I'm found. To climb The Mount, then roll down. To be back in school, with Miss Mc Cloon. Learning my ABC's and Do Re Mee's. I want mum to cuddle me. Call me her "Wee Angel." Dad to hoist me on his shoulders. So I can see...360 degrees. Wobbling on a grown up's bike. Down the school lane. Big brother Derek holding on behind ,then letting go....laughing, as I glance behind....terrified. If I could start again, I would revel in it all. Being grown up is no fun, when little ones are getting tall. and you are responsible for keeping them on the ball. I want to be a child again.