The time when we were innocent
and the world was a curiosity
as the days came and went
we lived them with frivolity
There were no daily cares
that occupied ourВ little minds
but rather truth or dares
and buried treasure finds
The games thatВ we could play
were the only choice to makeВ
in the heat of summer’s day
asВ the sun our mud pies bake
WhenВ we would hide and seek
’til someone kicked the can
and sometimes we would peek
when we’re the counting man
As I stop to look back
upon those simple wistful days
for nothing did I lack
and the memory with me stays
The angels sent to guard
and keep us in their charge
are there when times are hard
and problems loom so large
But I bet they wish for
that child again was young
who asked for nothing more
than a bedtime song be sung!
Teresa MarieВ В 7/14/11
Yezidi Family Prepares for Summer High in the Geghard Mountains
