Childish Intervention Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Climbing stairs with age, selected sections of memories bring
back childhood days of bouncing down flights, and sliding
headfirst down them.

Happy thoughts of a past gone forever, except through a memory,
childish ideas, fantasy worlds and images hidden inside of a
grown-up's closed mind.

What beauty we all hold inside, exercising this part of grey
matter can only be sublime joy and divine intervention from
our souls.