Child Within Reunion

flyingfish

 

I met my child within, 'Amy'.
We talked, we played, we engaged,
We looked each other's faces 
for expressions.
We looked into each other's eyes
for emotions.
I had a lot to learn from Amy.
I saw a toy truck in sandpit, Amy saw a 'dooger dooger' bulldozer.
I saw a kid, Amy saw a person.
I was bound up in multiple layers, Amy was uni-dimensional.
I was a novel, Amy was a preface.
I tried to make fun, Amy was fun personified, gushing.
I was inventive, Amy was curious.
I was burdened by past, Amy lived in the moment.
I was grown up, Amy was ageless.
I was biased, Amy has never heard of it.
I was constrained, Amy was forever hopeful, free.
Amy and I rejoined, made up,
when I clasped 
my hands together.

  • Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2021 00:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    This immediately took me to thoughts of the pleasure of my grandchildrens company. Wonderful.

    • flyingfish

      Thanks very much for your comment. Best Wishes

    • Thekkinkkattil

      A nice read .Its a miracle how easily the old connect with the little ones

      • flyingfish

        It is indeed a wonderful thing. To put it crudely, kids have no hang ups and oldies appreciate that.
        Best Wishes

      • Arvy

        Beautiful read John!

        • flyingfish

          WOW thanks for your kind words. Cheers

        • Trenz Pruca

          • Trenz Pruca

            I loved the poem. Thanks for sharing.



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