Michelle Renee Kidwell
We should never allow the Magic of Childhood to die!
Remember the Magic of Childhood
When life wasn’t a competition
When dreams came in the form of Bubbles
Floating higher and higher
When the little moments counted
Because that’s where the magic happened.
When the best memories were made
With the little things.
Before we competed against whose bank
Account was bigger.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
April.03.2016
Absolutely true words.
Thank you so much!
Oh I love this idea of contemplation. At this school of universe, getting old is automatic, but to preserve the purity and sincerity of the children as we keep moving toward mature (not old) adults, we must learn hard. But actually the road is wide open if we are interested and intend to get it back.
Again thank you for your kind comments on my poems!
You’re very much welcome Michelle