I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD

There was a place, there was a child, was it real, why was he crying,

A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, clowns on a wall.

Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round and round they ran,

A boy named Grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk there it seems.

A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things not to be thought,

Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above his frightened head.?

I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a father’s son from yesterday,

A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons and sounds of planes.

Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic slips away,

Where were you little girl when my October drifted into eternity?

Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes for a dime,

Warm Summer days lost in a man’s child dreaming eyes.

It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,

A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what I have seen.

Keith Garrett