And I Was A Child... Poem by poppy miller

AND I WAS A CHILD…

The sun arrived this morning
Streaming through trees in bud
Smiling on all and sundry

The last of the dead leaves
Swirling in merry dance
With the thought of what lay ahead

Spring is in labour. On her way
To birthing in forgotten lanes
Trodden by ancient travellers
Who knew the joy of nature.

A breeze came by dancing
And told of summer memories,
Of autumn fruits and berries

And I was a child again
When joy knew no bounds.
Roaming hills,
Through the bracken
Picking bilberries.
Walking home with purple lips,
Stained from the juice.

Back in the days that
Never seemed to end.
Wishing the years to fly.
Too eager to grow up,
Wishing my life away.
How silly I was.

But today, I'm once again that child
And wish for nothing more than
The gift of today.
should the day seem overly long…

Ah, what a bonus that would be.

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