Down inside this grownup
lives the child that used to be.
When I look in my mirror,
she stares right back at me.
Now that I’m a grownup,
it’s an older face I see,
but the child’s still there, just hiding,
way down deep inside of me.
Sometimes we work together,
that little girl and me.
She comes up from her hiding place
and we write poetry.
I like being grownup
and I wouldn’t wanna swap.
Well... maybe a little younger face
with no grey hair on top.
CJ, As I have said many times before you not only still have that inner child but have an infinity for being in touch with her. As for the face and gray on top. I like to think of that as our bodies way of expressing our life's experience and wisdom. As for me, with my youthful appearance and gray free hair I feel pretty stupid when I look in the mirror. NOT! ! ! ! Rusty
As usual a beaut! CJ you ain't never fully grown up, no-one who writes like this can ever have lost the innocence of childhood. This is not nostalgia; this is how it is. Love Denis Joe XXXXXX
Superb CJ. You know how to raise a smile. I have to share these with one of my nieces.
CJ, Your children's poems are wonderful! This is no exception. I can identify and I'm, like, a guy! ! ! Wow! ! ! 10 from me. (Gray hair & all!) Hugh
C.J., I can really relate to this one! Another beautiful example of a Heck poem. I've read all of your work (176 to date) and have yet to read one I didn't like. Thanks for sharing, and keep 'em coming. Shannon
Your chidren's poems are wonderful. You seem to be inspired at the moment, long may it continue. I enjoyed this so much. Thank you for sharing...as always. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
You nailed it, C.J....this is exactly where creativity begins. Very nice. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's perfect. You are a master of this genre. It kept surprising me, lifting me.