The night sky was lit
By a million stars, twinkling.
The moon was full,
Glowing with amazing brightness

Which shone incessantly.
Who cares if the moon is
Not really made of cheese
or the man in the moon is an illusion?

These are the things of childhood,
Dreams, the awe of seeing
The heavens sparkle as if by magic,
Believing in a magical world

Where angels bowl
During thunder storms and
Fairies, sprites and leprechauns visit
Each night as we drift to sleep,

Feeling safe, cared for and loved,
Anxiously awaiting the next day
To play, to spread our wings. ever
To enjoy the wonders of this world.

Worry was not a word in our
Vocabulary nor were assault rifles, bombs
Or evil for we were happy little children
Living in a world of hope and wonder.

Then we grew up.

Dianne Borowski

Bay Village

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