I Can Be That Child Again
oh, how I loved my mother's garden
where I would run and play all day
and in the nearby forest explore with father.
often, I would lay spread-eagle on the grass
and sometimes I would creep among shaded trees
climbing the branches to fathers horror
where I would sit listening to the birds twitter
later, I would pluck some wildflower blossoms
and place them in a pickle jar for mother
and she would exclaim happily- thank you
and in our back yard I liked to watch
the birds play in the bird bath father put there
oh, I remember it all so clear
but now, the garden is but a thorny field
and mother and father have departed this realm
and I ... I grew up and found out that life is cruel
that happiness and delight are rare gems to find
yet, in my moments of deep solitude
I can be that child again
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June 3, 2021
Poetry/Verse/I Can Be That Child Again
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1350-961-03
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Jun 5)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/05/2021
First Place
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