Simplicity Of Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Happy, standing in days of yesterday, feeling the gentle
love of parental caring.

Living in the simplicity, purity and innocence of child-
hood, never having to worry about anything.

Grown-ups dealt with everything, leaving me free to play
with my dolls, sisters, and later on with my brother.

A total experience of family, enjoying the closeness we
had because of Mom and her loving embrace of all of us.