Memory's Echo

to be a kid again

Memory's Echo

An unwavering sense fills a morning with dew
You marshal your senses into complete wetness
Swim in a bath of nectar made by God's Yours Truly
Children gather around your own sense of self
Playfulness last until the noon hour
when you drink the fluid that made you young again.

Come with me reader, come join in,
Down the tail of fantasy we ride
Exhilaration as our guide
When we dive into our senses of past gone by
Unknowing to the adult kid
We hear memory calling us back again.