The Child in Me

I was visiting my mum tonight and we went out a walk, which made me reminisce of my wonderful childhood days.  This next poem is inspired by just that.

Clarabelle and Leanne
Clarabelle (Age 10) and; Sister Leanne (Age 5)

The Child in Me

The Child in Me,
Smiles inside.

Sunny days,
And stars that guide.

Love and laughter,
All the way.

Falling down,
Back up the same day.

The Child in Me,
Has never grown old.

She sings and dances,
And plays in the cold.

She lives with heart,
She lives with joy.

An empty box,
Is her creative toy.

The Child in Me,
Is always there.

A warm friendly hug,
And a midnight prayer.

She is invincible,
With starry eyes.

She dreams of playing,
Beyond the skies.

The Child in Me,
Is present now.

I let her be free,
She takes a bow.

Happy in this moment,
Happy to be alive.

I maybe older now,
But I still feel like five.

Created by Clarabelle, 11 November 2013

Clarabelle and her Brother
A Young Clarabelle with her brother Stephen

Sometimes….

Beautiful sky

What do you think about sometimes?  My own answer is given in this poem – don’t forget the silence between the lines.

Sometimes 

Sometimes I think, why am I here?
What is my purpose, is this clear?

Sometimes I think, who am I?
Is this life, passing me by?

Sometimes I think, far to much,
Over analysing, out of touch.

Sometimes I think, happiness is here,
Bringing me joy, full of good cheer.

Sometimes I think, be in the now,
Embrace the moment, not the how.

Sometimes I think, fast fast fast,
Making me dizzy, this cannot last.

Sometimes I don’t think, then I smile,
Peace from within, is here for a while.

Most times I let, my heart whisper to me,
Beautiful music, my soul dances free.

So sometimes free your mind, from thinking at all,
For ALL times the light appears, when darkness does fall