Dreaming

Today I Wish

I Was Seven Years Old

And Behind You

On The Playground

Pushing Your Swing.

Back And Forth

Faster, Farther Than

Before

Screaming ‘Be Free’

To Watch You

Go At The Peak

And Soar Like

The Butterfly From

Its Cage.

And Then Like

A Rock

Tumbling

Down The Lawn

Crumbling But

Smiling

I Would Run

Over To You

Hug And Wrestle With

You In Ways

Only Seven Year Olds

Can Be.

Today I Wish

I Was Seven Years Old

And Screaming

‘Be Free’