My Child


My child begs for 1 more chance

to ride the highest roller coaster.

She wants to climb one more tree,

to hear the sounds of  playful laughter

and listen to it echo off the sunset.


My child giggles at the grass,

wriggling her toes into greeness.

She wants to fly to another place

to hear the sounds of foreign voices

and watch the sunlight streaming through the mountains.


My child smiles at the candy

wanting 1 of each and every kind.

She longs to be spirited away

to experience the thrill of love,

but the child with her says, “Grandma.  You’re too old!”