Passion Of Being A Child Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swinging through trees of childhood, being a tomboy and
having fun, joining with nature, becoming one with it
and living in peace that comes from within it's essence.

Hands holding onto branches, letting go and laughing,
just a child filled with mischief and a spirit that just
won't quit or stop.

Beginning and ending, never forgetting the passion of
being a child and left to myself to do what I wanted,
being trusted totally.

Never being admonished for it ever, listening, capturing
the beauty of an entire lifetime, placing it within poetry
that I write daily now that I'm grown.