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 want