Childhood

Childhood

There, on the swings, I dreamed. I dreamed of tomorrow; The melted ice cream trickled down my fingers. I dreamed of growing up. I sat on the tall, green grass, Picking wildflowers, Playing with dolls. I went to the fair: There were balloons and ferris wheels. My small hands touched and explored, And I dreamed of flying. My mother taught me how to pray, And though I was still small, I prayed with simple words, And curiosity took me by the hand. I grew, and with the years, My dreams grew. And now as I glance back, I dream of yesterday.