enjoying but once the sweetened kiss not to miss, of blissful memories.
The different way they see the sun, running up, then rolling down hills, hide snd seek, tag you’re it!
Of fun’s laughable automatic thrills.
Laying back in the whispers of dandelion field’s.
Watching a never ending sky,
as big as fascinated eyes,
of what ifs and whys in life, a smile takes in and feels.
The bold unstoppable laughter that holds the alliance,
to what a vivid imagination brings.
The chase to trace, well told stories, drawing, falling, running against the wind, skipping rocks, running thru puddles of rain,
into winter’s chill, back into Spring, once again.
Limit the technology hold of devices, that restrain they’re liveliness.
As it only restricts memories pricelessness,
the love of butterflies and bubbles, swimming holes, playing ball, catching crickets and fireflies in jars, the campfires, birdwatching, and making the most important wishes, come true, upon the biggest stars.
Remind them of Mother Goose fables, sitting down lovingly with family, at the dinner table.
Instilling lifelong values, self respect, loyalty, and validation, self worth, and holding no secrets, of strange persuasion.
Allow them the chance, to reminisce in dance,
of youthful balance, in our own repeated happenstance,
to stay a child at least in heart forever.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore Childhood~ Thinker on the Loose Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes.