child I am still

laugh and smile while time allows,
no worry for laugh lines adorning brows.
shriek at friends with sounds of mirth,
bellowing inane hilarity to the ends of the earth!
bask in sunlight and affable taunts,
scribble in the margins as messily as you want.
relish in ice-pops, dribbling down white shirts,
even when mother glares at the smudges and dirt.
run for the joy of the wind in your hair,
make sure that your feet are perfectly bare
as you play games and dance in tall grass.
the beauty of grass stains cannot be surpassed.

this message is for all who hear
the beauty of childhood must be held dear.

always.