I Was A Child

There’s a most familiar scent in the breeze that sweeps across my face. The origin of which I cannot focus on completely. I close my eyes absorbing every sense of it. It’s happened more than once. A warm sunny day. A cool, light, wispy wind. Try as I might to stay firmly grounded, I am pulled into another place and time. That’s it! The memories that have eluded me until now. This feeling, this happiness. The contentment and joy of just being alive! I was a child when last these days I felt. My life is full. My heart is bursting. My family and friends keep me planted. I feel secure, I love, I am loved, I have no stress. I was a child with hopes and dreams, I am without fear. God has blessed me with so many memories. That sense of excitement and wonderment, as only a child may have. I carry those feelings and memories with me always. A lifetime of joy, the joys of a lifetime. Another milestone is yet before me. Gracefully I age and rejoice. I was a child, and the child lives within me still. Oh that summer breeze.