Back To His Prime

He did not want to be loved but wanted. He becomes himself and runs to his Mother, the warmth of her cotton dress and The power of her love, the chime of father’s gun He wishes he could fall back to that time When they did not know him, When he was a stranger to the world And all of the forces around him. A boy not yet prepared to grow old But to fall back to the bliss of innocence. Back to a time he ran in the rose gardens and Was scratched by the thorns and he did not care Who saw the tears falling from his eyes.