Lilting Voices

Children's lilting voices fill the air on a summer evening, outside at their play. Happy and thriving with nary a care. I remember when life used to be that way. If only our childhood would, a little longer, stay. Sounds of their laughter bring a smile to my face and memories of my own flood my being. My childhood is past , there's no longer a trace but in my mind a much younger me I'm seeing, in a time that was all too quickly fleeing. Children's litling voices fill the air. A joyous sound on this warm summer eve. Running, climbing and playing games of dare, the same games I once played, I believe. Tonight I'll quietly watch 'til they take their leave.