Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Little Child As a child I rubbed Dandelions on my cheek. As a child I searched for Four leaf clovers. As a child I waited on Christmas eve With youthful anticipation. As a child I ate sweet tarts Cherri Flavored With screwed up lips. As a child I never looked under the bed at night Hoping for as well as fearing what I may find. As a child I was free to cry When crying was necessary. As a child I laughed when the time called for it Or anytime at all. As a child I liked the food I liked And dribbled down my chin That which I didn’t. As a child I feared the unknown And did not know fear. Now I am older Thank god the child Hasn't Left? poet