Thinking of you, wishing magic was real To be a child again, close my eyes, begin to feel The moment I stopped, the moment that child died The moment adult reality became my great wall of pride All in my head, stolen from my innocent bed A diet of religiosity is what I was fed Forget-me-nots gone, counted futility Blown by the wind forgetting all humility But hark, sweet soul, it’s not over yet Forget-me-nots are real, no need to fret The buds and the beauty continue to bloom Colors of vibrant blue unceasingly zoom Gentle Light arousing my slumber Forget-me-nots I begin to remember A child awakens knowing magic is real The child within, I begin to feel November 29, 2016

[Featured artwork Blue Poppy by Joanna Szmerdt]