What it would be to be a small child again

And leave behind the adult world;

Marvelling at the simple things of life

And touching the souls of those around.


To see the world, as only a child can see it -

Not caring or comprehending what’s to come,

But delighting in the simple things on offer.

Letting wet mud ooze through little fingers.


To delight at the many colours reflected

In a bubble that floats across the room.

To laugh with joy as Dad slowly blows up -

Larger and larger - a huge, round, red balloon.


To see the beauty of flowers for the first time

And wonder at their shapes and their majesty;

Touching petals gently; delighting in their softness,

And seeing the glory of their stunning hues.


Once again to feel the thrill of that first slide,

As the cool air brushes gently against the face,

But with the safety net of Mum’s waiting hands

And her comforting words of encouragement.


    Oh to see our world

         once more

             through the eyes of a small child.


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By Josie Whitehead

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