Little Hands

Running through the little bodies
Surrounding you and I.
The doors open and our feet
Pound the ground
Kicking up gravel behind us.
Time moves slowly-

The memories are vivid
And faded in my mind,
Time alters everything.

We’re hiding in the jungle gym
While other children run wild
Playing tag, hide and seek, Cowboys and Indians,
Fast-paced and unconcerned.
Time is precious-

Little hands transformed
To balls of violence,
Separation like a sea
Between then and now.
Time changed us.

Our smiles light the darkened corners
Of our own personal world.
Time is limited-

I remember the days
Of childhood,
When things were simple
And we were innocent.
But as children do,
We grew up.
Time passed.

Time is up.

Little Hands

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