I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.
Six Years Old
There once was a 6 year old boy who
knew to spread out his arms when he flew
around house as a plane
like a dance for the rain
after finding some help with his shoe.
With a six year old strut to the bus
and hair always slicked back for no fuss
he is ready to learn
in his class, waits his turn
he has so much he wants to discuss.
In the weekends he snuggles with Dad
watching cartoons can never be bad
so they share their candy
with the remote handy
awesome moments he has with Grand Dad.
Sometimes he’s a little insecure
so he’ll stop and he’ll pet the cat’s fur
removes doubt from his thoughts
while he works out the knots
to go back to a time that’s simpler.
To have been a six year old boy
to remember a small world with joy
a blessed childhood of play
building thoughts every day
as he moves through his world with his toy.
© 2020 Jamie Lee Hamann
Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 05, 2020:
Thank you Ann.
Ann Carr from SW England on April 04, 2020:
How great it was to be six years old!
This encapsulates it all; the freedom, the joy and the worry.