Childhood Magic
Bouncing on your parents bed.
Because Santa came last night.
Or running in the living room with your eyes closed so tight.
There is magic in a child that many can’t remember.
There is magic in a child, like Dancing in September.
There is many exciting things to see,
But growing old we seem to forget and the magic misses me.
Fogging up the window, as we watch our first snowfall.
Or insisting on getting measured because we thing that we’re so tall.
I’ve watched many grown up, and the magic leaves them then.
But as I grow I’ll keep it close
Because the magic lives within.
(2012)
