I Am A Child Again
When I am at the river
I am a child again
traipsing enthusiastically
across her shores.
When I am at the river
I search for flat rocks
to skip across the water, giggling
as they bounce four, five, six times.
When I am at the river
I wade into the crystal water
and watch for minnows
to drift by.
When I am at the river,
I am innocent and as pure
as the water that flows
and I feel like a child again,
I feel like a child again…
Susan J.
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Susan Jeavons
70 year old mother of 4 and grandmother of many. I am a widow of a Vietnam veteran who passed away from lung cancer related to Agent orange. We were married for 25 years.
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