Kids at play



I look up, kids are playing in the nearby park.

I’m enjoying the presence of that little spark.


I can feel her in my dreams.

I touch her, she feels like cream.


I know these imaging’s are proper.

If they weren’t my heart would no longer prosper.



I see her every time I look out at the window.

I’ll know she’ll be there to help me lift my elbow.


She’ll be there when I turn old and grey.

She’s not an imagination.



I drift back from sleep.

The kids are gone, leaving me old and grey yet again…… without letting me sleep.