My Inner Child
I've often brought her out to play
If only to see what she had to say
She always wanted
to climb way up high
and run, just fast enough
to never be caught
She liked to play tag
You're it! Then run and hide.
I could always find her
The giggling gave her away.
She never went far
and always ended, by my side.
My memory of my child
Could not have been better
It feels like time to PLAY
I think I will go and get her!
09 Carin' Spirit
Magics
Always,
Deborah
Reindeer
as our little inner child still cries
and the adult in us consoles!
Let play always take place, nomatter our age!
GREAT Important poem all must read CArin'
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings and WARM BIG Hugs, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExooo
Yes our "inner self" can only be as young as we think it to be.
Even someone who's young can be "old" in attitude and manners.
Very reflective and totally wonderful poem.
Edwin
"Don't let 'New Age' become "Old Age"
Keep smiling... michael
Uplifting verse!
Love Tinka
Loved it Carin' Spirit!
Love, Suzie :-D
Regis
This is delicate and dreamy and so uplifting, wonderful penning.
John
With Love,
Cindy
Cryssa :~)