Reminiscence

The child in me longs for
The days of hopscotch
When all that mattered
Was that you stayed
within the box.

The child in me longs for
The days of lagorie
When all that mattered
Was a ball, seven stones,
And quick reflexes.

The child in me longs for
The days of hide and seek
When you only hid for fun
And all you sought after
Was your friend nearby

The child in me longs for
The days of ice cream
When all you had to do
Was finish your homework
To get a reward.

The child in me longs for
The days of jumping in puddles
When all that mattered
Was who splashed the farthest
And got muddier.

The child in me longs for
The days of swings
When every to and fro
Sent adrenalin and happiness
Flowing through your bloodstream.

The child in me longs for
The days of wonder and awe
When all it took
Was seeing fireworks in the sky
And watching a trail of ants.

The child in me longs for
The days of simplicity
When people said what they meant
When problems were fixed
With a chocolate and a hug.

The child in me longs for
Childhood and innocence
Humility and authenticity
When all that mattered
Was that you be yourself.