child eyes of mine

It was the worst of times
Yet it was the best of times I knew
Growing up in a world so far behind
Too innocent to have my own views
Life was a day just running around the yard
Threading my hands through the uncut grass
Jumping high into the air trying to capture the sun
Falling down laughing as each cloud rolled on passed
News was just some noise that came from a box
Adults fixed, listening in reverent silence
you were never allowed into the room to watch
because frankly you spoke too much
always too loud too long and way too soon
But at the end of every session there was always a hug
Seemingly thankful of you just being you
There were rainy day lap times and afternoon nap times
and times when you sang for joy
Climbing tree’s, skinning knees
And girls who always had crushes on boys
Unearth treasures by every old rickety fence
sticks, rocks and occasional bottle cap
yards lined with children wanting to be friends
Ripped up jeans, an old cut off shirts
bare feet strode across the ground
Adventure seemed just a whisper away
without the slightest touch or sound
Wreck-less in my abandonment
subdued by the wages of time
hostage by the world I now know
What I wouldn't give
to once more look through
those child eyes of mine