To Be a child – dedicated to my son
March 8, 2010
To Be a Child,
heart on fire.
Running wild,
never tired.
Too excited,
to sit and eat.
Would rather run,
and not retreat.
Playing till,
the day is done.
Running free,
in rain or sun.
Needing only,
to be free.
Loving life,
so happily.
To be a child,
heart on fire.
Older now,
but I admire.
Learning from him,
how to live.
Embracing each moment,
that life has to give.
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Today as I was spending time with my son, I noticed his sheer excitement for life. In the smallest of things, he displayed more enthusiasm and happiness than most people would in the most amazing circumstances. The time with him inspired me to write this – I wrote it in just a couple of minutes. Hope you enjoy it.


Ahh the muse strikes deepest when inspired by a child. Your post here is definitely awesomely pure. What a blessing to know that of all the driving forces of the world; the strongest is that of our love for our children. Press on Holly, lots more amazement ahead.
That is one of the most beautiful things I have read lately. Always love reading your poetry!
Thanks so much Jerry. I am sorry for losing contact with you as of lately…I need to learn how to balance all of it – all of life
…I hope you’re doing well. I still plan to do what we spoke about in the near future…we’ll have to catch up.
Children are so wonderful and see things in life with anticipation and excitement.May we all keep a little of this as we grow and grow older.Poetry such as yours brings back memories of my childhood when I too was once full of joy and innocence.
Wow! What a beautiful poem. You described a child’s life in its simplicity and purity. We could learn a lot for observing children.
awesome poem, Holly,……sometimes it makes us wonder as adults, where our zest and excitement for life, as when we were a child, has gone.
Your poem comes from your soul. My 7 years daughter is my reason for doing everything I’m doing now, because I want to be with her more time. I put aside things and even jobs when I’m with her. Her smile fulfills my life as a father, and I know, she is not even mine, but God’s gift to the world. Thanks for your poem and teaching us, that your son is the reason for your your business and everything you do. So it’s mine…
Excellent poem!!! Mom