RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silently sitting, brooding within, thinking of the past a
little bit, missing my Mom and knowing soon that I'll miss
Childhood has a way of sneaking away from life when we're
not looking, passing through the years not noticing as it
silently disappears from sight.
There are no advertisements as we live through childhood,
we enjoy it the best we can and continue to grow and mature.
Awe and wonder sneak into hidden corners, taking with them
a need to play.
Business and daily stress of living causes so much pressure
that we forget how to live simply and spontaneously.
Our world would be so much nicer if we could somehow get
back to the basics of nature and childhood, taking with us
wisdom and knowledge of our present age.
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