Consequently, You Overhear Fragments Of…

Memories of childhood skip inside the mind –

images chock-full of simplicity, life and eagerness.

Having been sent out to play, a couple of profound dimples

blissfully tattoo themselves high atop one's rosy cheeks.

Reflection kindles kindly a myriad of painted dreams

constantly sprouting from what the mind knows.

. . . . .

Realizing how fortunate we are, it's touching isn't it, the way we can look back 
on childhood and perceive yet again, brief particles of what the eyes saw.