Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking towards the sun shining brightly through my mind,
watching it's rays spread evenly across the land.
Burning brighter as it rises higher in the sky.
Titillating memories of childhood, playing in the yard,
catching shadows and rearranging their appearances as we
bent in half, twisted around, tried innovative poses, -
laughing all the while, having fun.
Sun bringing with it in the morning, a childhood of fun,
and yet, as we remember, the sorrow of age filters through
somehow.