Friday, April 8, 2016

A Younger Me

A younger me you ask.
Why here I am.
Innocence,
But open to a dare.
I loved to laugh.
A child of the out doors.

Yes, a younger me
With ponytail swinging.
Singing out loud
To my hearts delight.
There were dreams yet unknown.

A younger me
Who rode like the wind on her bicycle.
Who climbed trees to swing
With the sun and the stars.
Who flew off the garage roof
With a plane made of an apple box.

A younger me
Yes, that is me with still the heart of this child.
Sometimes a younger me is buried deep inside.
But that child still dreams and sings in her heart.

Off this weekend to find a peek at a dear younger me.

Happy weekend, dear friends!