Nice childhood memory poem. As a kid, I loved thinking that I could be like Peter Pan but in my teens things were not so grand. Then I hit twenty-one and things were really not much fun. As the years flew by I got lots of school and tons of chores but it was not until I hit sixty that I grew truly close to the Lord. Now feeling secure with my life I live happily with my two cats, The Lord, and my wife.
Thank you Karla for the drive through my life!

i wrote one of the same title-desiring the same :)

Karla we all have to grow up, but we can carry that childhood with us, and hold on to the memories, thank you for sharing. I do understand this write more than you know, thank you
In Christs Love
Michelle~

You had to grow up to meet all the wonderful people you know now! (ok to meet me too!) It's is said by many "It's never to late to have a happy childhood" to those of us who never did have one of those. Yet I still find Childish wonder in the clouds, and I still believe in the magic of a Christmas morning. I still stretch my arms to comfort a friend, and see the Dragons in the clouds. Or perhaps the Road Runner, who knows. Flying I have given up because falling down is harder to get up from these days. We can still play and laugh the whole day away if we chose to...soon as you get over that cold, come on out and play with me...your friend and neighbor, LadyJ

Karla,
These lines sing to me,
i hear them so clearly and feel them deep.

John

Heartwarming poem, Karla; I wish I didn't have to grow up ... think my mind is permanently stuck on childhood, say age 6, 7, or 8 ... not having our parents here makes the holidays especially difficult for us. At least we still have each other.

Well done, and I love the piccy!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)

Sorry about the Christmas present I gave you: my cold! :(

Karla, the comfort I offer is that at least you can still reach your inner child as evidenced by some of your poetry. Many have said good-bye to that child long ago, never to encounter her again.

I just love your writing.

Count me in, Karla.

I kind of want this too; however, then I think about having to go through High School again and all that. That's when I become grateful for where I am. Maybe just stuck on 7? That works for me.

I bet you have a lot of company Karla.
Who can we call and ask to come out and play?
Maybe get a puppy.
:)

Beautiful thoughts of childhood.

John