Letting the Child Play...

Children play,
as they should.
They will sit and wonder...
and marvel.

How about you?

When I was a child,
I played the games of children.
No loss of time
was felt...
no need to be reminded
of time.
The joy of just being
was all that was needed.

Time to wonder...
to dream...
to invent...
to rush outside
with cowboys and Indians
or famous ballplayers
at my side.
Time to do anything
my mind caught upon
at the moment.

Time to be a child.

Warm summer days
running... walking... looking.
Bright winter days
amazed at the differences
the cold brings to the world.
And every night
of the year,
going to sleep tired...
and ready to begin the next day anew.

A childhood
that was about learning
in the most creative ways.
Of watching a bird build a nest...
and a spider a web.
Of pretending to be great...
and finding out,
with practice...
you could be.

Laughter from friends...
love from family...
these warm breezes
that are still felt
to this day.
Always warm memories,
forever cherished.

Why should we forget
to play the games of children,
just because our minds and bodies
have grown older?
Why should we forfeit
our thoughts
because someone says we must grow up?

When does growing up
mean to put away
the very things that made us
who we are
in the first place?

Let the child inside you
play.

Let the child you know
is still there,
enjoy and marvel
at the world around them.
Let the child
live.

And watch the real children play.

Join them...
and help spark their imagination,
just as those before
did for us.

Give them the freedom
to be...
children...
safe and free.

And in the evening
of your days...
set your child free,
and watch it soar!

Reviews

[GRIMM]

This piece gave me the urge to return to a life of blissful ignorance. Very well written!