A Childs Innocence

I remember long ago,
When I was a child,
Spring time was my favorite,
And I could always smile.

Things seemed so important then,
Everything was new,
I'd look at the sky above,
And wonder why it's blue.

I'd dream of the ocean,
Of castles made of sand,
Time always moved quickly,
When play time was at hand.

The magic spells I conjured up,
I'd cast them to the wind,
Winding their way to heaven,
Oh what faith I had in them.

Tales Mother told at bedtime,
Of fairy kings and knights,
Falling asleep while listening,
I'd dream of them at night.

Written by: Sherry T.  in memory of my mother who made my childhood
                                     magical.