Monday, February 29, 2016

The Child Within

This is a poem about my youngest nephew, Bryson. He's not one who likes to be cuddled. This is a moment in time I don't want to forget.

Time stood still
The day you wanted to play
We'd played before, but this time was different,
Excitement knocking at the door

Your gaze said, "Will you play? Just for a little while?"
I was all too happy to oblige.

A simple game of finding each other.
Up, back.
Now you see me, now you don't.

Your laughter rang out that afternoon.
My room was no longer just a room.

It was filled with the energy from you and me,
Bursting through the monotony
Giving me a much needed break from the routine.

Each time you laughed, it seemed to grow
Bubbling up from your core
In a moment, you let go

Boisterous laughing that made me stop in my tracks
What was that?

I was transported to my childhood,
Oh, to be free like that again

When you grinned and all of your tiny teeth showed,
I wanted to freeze time

So, I could hold that moment forever
Time marches on

But I will always be thankful for those moments and memories created by laughter
In harmony