Childhood Path
Down along a childhood path
Our noses tipped in red
I heard a voice, young and innocent that said,
“Come along down the childhood path.”
The crisp, cool air stung our faces
As we passed all those wondrous places
Looking again through eyes
In which fascination never dies.
Hand in hand we walked along the childhood path
Our laughter echoing through the trees
Our misty breath that could be seen
As we raced against the childhood path.
The race was over and I looked around
There was something I knew couldn’t be found.
Where went our bright eyes,
Our age, imagination and size?
I looked over my shoulder at the childhood path
I was walking forward but looking behind
Then I felt a small hand in mine…
“Walk along with me on the childhood path.”
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2009
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