, , , , , , , , , , , ,

Memories, faded, in black and white

A toddler explores, stars, in the light

Against the guardrail, inquisitive wonder

That no adult should ever plunder

Poking and pushing, to find the entrance

Standing on tiptoes, he takes his chances

Behind the tarpaulin, lies adventure

Let him be, don’t let there be censure

His imagination, must fly in the breeze

Past the circus clowns, and forest trees

And as I watch, and hope that I can see

Deep inside, I know, a piece of him, is me

Now dressed in uniform, on his arm is his lady

I am thankful for photos, of my blue jean baby


February Writing Prompts – Blue jean babies – Day 5/28

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0