Playing back and forth in backyards of a mind, remembering
childhood games that were always invented to play with my
sisters and brother.
Leaving no stone unturned, finding a clue no matter where
it was found and considering it.
Finding an essence in everything, having a place in the
scheme of things set in life.
To be chosen and selected for viewing, wallowing in puddles
of sadness, seeing childhood now, only in memories.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-childhood-in-memories/
