Watching children in my mind, seeing their images traveling forward in time to the present.
Focusing on the fun and playtimes from yesterday, wishing I could go back and join them.
Images jumping, shouting, laughing, running - looking at them now, I see myself at play when I was younger and had no worries, because my parents did all the worrying for me back then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem