Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Spirit of a child

Yesterday's child By Petra Newman

White cloud
A veil concealed
Moved gently over time;
An image
Moving,running,
Laughing,playing
Joyous,carefree
Innocence
Pure

Dreams of tomorrow
Happily ever after
A fairytale
No pain or sorrow
She twirls
And dances
To songs of the wind

A ballet
To earth's rhythm
Perfumed breezes
Plucking ribbons
Red ribbons from hair
Delightful
Charming
Beautiful and fair

Running barefoot
In strawberry fields
Chasing rainbows
Butterflies
Exhilarated
A soul so free

The child stopped and turned
She faces me
Beguiling eyes
Searching
Watching
Seeing
What might have been?

Who is this child
So fair and free?
My heart stood still
The child was me

2 comments:

Glory Lennon said...

Oh, that was lovely! Petra so clearly sees through a child's eyes. That would make her eternally youthful, wouldn't it? :-)

over8ted said...

I like this poem