Keys Of A Child Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Counting backwards into time, watching the past unfold
through children playing and enjoying nature's bountiful eternity.

Joy being brought about through eyes of the child you
once were.

Playing gently, soft melodious memories stored away in
special chests, opened only by the keys of a child from
the past.

Plucking peaceful chords of youth, feeling them strike
against your mind - causing many memories to reverberate.

Sitting back, relaxing, feeling effects old age has
brought on, settling into a quiet reverie, life goes
steadily on.