The joy of childhood, a precious time
filled with carefree happiness.
Concerns were no bigger than wondering
who could come out to play after dinner.
Money had no real measure of necessity.
"Bill's" was a mere reference to
your friend Bill's baseball glove.
No expectations or demands to weigh
down those youthful shoulders.
Free to run through the department store,
arms spread, imitating an airplane.
Racing down the aisle like Mario Andretti
behind the wheel of a shopping cart.
The art of manipulation cleverly practiced
by throwing temper tantrums in public.
Parents provided shelter, filtering out harm
and a kiss and a bandaid magically
made the boo-boos all better.
Holidays were filled with stress-free anticipation.
Christmas brought excitement and wonder
awaiting a strange yet friendly man
known as Santa Claus.
Easter meant a giant bunny would bring
huge baskets of candy.
Teeth falling out was profitable, summoning
a mystical fairy to put money
under your pillow at night.
Innocence propelled imagination to
unlimited heights, nothing was impossible.
Yet, being older seems to be the desired goal.
How priceless it would be to take
the knowledge of adulthood and
instill it in the youth.
Enabling them to enjoy just being young,
and cherish every single day...
through a child's eyes.