Still That Child Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Childhood's lost world beckons
With fragments on the ocean floor,
That treasure box of long ago
Comes with play things as before.

A collage of scenes for the mind
Some wayward fish hanging freely,
A puppet in blue color I find-
Sets sail on a paper boat to sea.

A toy horse gallops in fantasy,
The skies have now turned to lime green.
Walls of my room crumple around me,
These images as a child I have seen.

From the vague dream I awaken
Recalled as much as I can,
Inside me is still that child then,
But has not Time made me a man?

All Rights Reserved ~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~08.02.14