Different Child

“I am liberated back into the fragility of childhood.” Jim Harrison
She was a different sort of child,
spending carefree days dancing
alone in dappled sunshine
red-golden curls bouncing
as she sang silly made up songs.

Barefoot in summer, for she was wild and free
chasing vivid butterflies as they broke from their cocoon
she, like the winged ones, dreamed of fanciful things
wondering about God and the blue man in the moon.

Always content, she rarely needed others
for she was a deep opalescent child,
curious about the wondrous earth
pondering life, death and birth
living life in brilliant Technicolor.


©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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