KITES,
BALLOONS AND SAILBOATS from "Mary Shelley and Her Frankenstein"
by Shirley
R. Barasch
MY CHILD
WITHIN MAKES MOMENTS OF MAGIC
A CRYSTAL
SOUL REFLECTING THE SUN
MY CHILD
WITHIN KNOWS NONE OF THE TRAGIC
MOMENTS OF
LIFE SEEN ON THE RUN
MY CHILD
WITHIN SINGS UNENDING MUSIC
A SONG SO
SWEET OF QUIET REPOSE
SEARCHING
FOR THOSE MOMENTS OF WONDER
AND THE UNCLOUDED
SIGHT OF EYES NEVER CLOSED
O, BRING
ME THE GIFT, THE SPIRIT OF CHILDHOOD
WHEN KITES
AND BALLOONS AND SAILBOATS WERE ALL
I NEEDED
TO HAVE FOR MY HEART TO BE HAPPY
AND BENEVOLENT
LOVE WAS MY ONE PORT OF CALL.
THAT CHILD
WITHIN STILL STRETCHES AND BLOSSOMS
UPON THE
PATH OF BEAUTY AND TRUTH
INSIDE MY
CHILD STILL ECHOES WITH LAUGHTER
OF THE INNOCENT
GAMES OF UNTARNISHED YOUTH.
O, SET ME
FREE SO I MIGHT DISCOVER
THE SELF
THAT I LOST SOMEHOW ON THE WAY
WHERE UNFULFILLED
DREAMS STILL
SERENELY
LIE ANCHORED
FROM THE
FIRST BLUSH OF DAWN
TO THE LAST
HUSH OF DAY
O, BRING
ME THE GIFT, THE SPIRIT OF CHILDHOOD
WHEN KITES
AND BALLOONS AND SAILBOATS WERE ALL
I NEEDED
TO HAVE FOR MY HEART TO BE HAPPY
AND BENEVOLENT
LOVE WAS MY ONE PORT OF CALL.
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