I see a child
with fine blond hair,
his eyes are
bright and blue.

He has the look
we wore long ago,
when our lives
were fresh and new.

His happiness
and zest for living,
are both written
on his face.

No worldly concerns
have marred his smile,
and of fear
he shows no trace.

He causes memories
to flood back,
to those days when
we were a child.

When out-of-doors
in the bright sunshine,
through the meadow,
we’d run wild.

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