Musings by The Poet Loriet
Ah, To Be A Kid Again!
(Ode To My Inner Child)
Pudding smeared faces.
Cherubic smiles full of missing teeth.
Cotton candy sweet kisses.
Hugs given, not tenderly,
but with the exuberance of a sumo wrestler.
Through the kitchen like a herd of elephants,
then giggling,
back out as quickly as they came in.
Climbing on the monkey bars,
their little faces feeling the warm sun.
Blowing bubbles.
Bare feet being tickled by the grass.
Jump rope songs...
"Cinderella, dressed in yella!..."
Chalk drawings cover our sidewalk,
made with the inspiration of a true artist,
faces scrunched up in deep concentration,
chubby little sausage fingers...
Then swinging,
and really believing
that if you pump hard enough,
you can reach all the way to heaven!
Starry nights
made for catching fireflies.
A jug of sun-brewed tea.
Juicy watermelon.
Friends gather.
Lawn chairs dragged over.
Sunny summer days.
Sweet evenings.
We all gather and watch in wonder.
Wistfully, our eyes say~without
a word being spoken...
Yes, I remember!
Lori Beal
Pudding smeared faces.
Cherubic smiles full of missing teeth.
Cotton candy sweet kisses.
Hugs given, not tenderly,
but with the exuberance of a sumo wrestler.
Through the kitchen like a herd of elephants,
then giggling,
back out as quickly as they came in.
Climbing on the monkey bars,
their little faces feeling the warm sun.
Blowing bubbles.
Bare feet being tickled by the grass.
Jump rope songs...
"Cinderella, dressed in yella!..."
Chalk drawings cover our sidewalk,
made with the inspiration of a true artist,
faces scrunched up in deep concentration,
chubby little sausage fingers...
Then swinging,
and really believing
that if you pump hard enough,
you can reach all the way to heaven!
Starry nights
made for catching fireflies.
A jug of sun-brewed tea.
Juicy watermelon.
Friends gather.
Lawn chairs dragged over.
Sunny summer days.
Sweet evenings.
We all gather and watch in wonder.
Wistfully, our eyes say~without
a word being spoken...
Yes, I remember!
Lori Beal
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