Safety Blanket

how i miss those days…
when my safety blanket
would chase away my fears;
when my wooden sword
would slay imaginary foes

how i miss those days…
when i was still small enough
to fit into my mothers arms;
when i was still light enough
to ride on my father’s shoulders

how i miss those days…
when a 2-hour-movie
seemed endless;
when a piece of candy
was a near-sacred treasure

how i miss those days.
eyes, innocent and full of wonder
mind, pure and eager to learn

isn’t it time
to revive
what seems long forgotten?
isn’t it time
to let the inner child
come out and play?


Over at dVerse, Stu invites us to write about what we miss… this is my attempt. Come join us at the Poets Pub!

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