My Inner Child

My inner child walks out some days Embracing my legs she wants to stay She holds my hand and dances around Singing at the top of her voice like a pop-star Then pulls me straight to the cookie jar! She lifts my hand and pulls a cookie out And shouts‘hurrah’ when the last one is in my mouth We enter the garden and lie on the grass holding hands in a tight clasp We watch the clouds and looked for clues And catch the fluffs of whites on blues She likes those stories of childhood told Seeing shapes of things our future holds We lie like this until the night, the wind playing with the trees as she pouts, As I stand up she looks at me and follows me back into the house, happy no doubt! 7.9.2021 Contest: Your Inner Child Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke