Ode To Childhood

It's like a haunting where images and visions freely sail clutching to some distant memory that prevails recalled with joy and laughter's gaze or fear and loathing of the echoes raised; should I sleep and dream a child's dream would it return to me in nightmarish themes or paint the picture of a moment in my history where I am still the child lost in mystery? In the sunlight dare, I dance in puddles forgotten along the street expanse or could I run without my shoes and bare my innocence to lose? is it just the puddle after the rain or in this recollection can I be a child again to wander the street of childhood where alone we float easily as driftwood; splash the puddles as the water flows and embrace angelic blessings that children know dance the frenzied round of simplicity most treasured and find the adventures experienced and measured of childhood forgotten and remembered again. Chantelle Anne Cook Childhood Memories 7/9/19