THE PRISONER

She is a mass of blonde curls
an abundance of giggles
a well of innocence
still unjaded and pure
a delight who delights
with unbridled joy
in everything around her

this is my prisoner
she is kept in my heart
under lock and key
and released to run wild inside me

so I never forget the joy of puppy breath
how to lose myself in a fairytale
to want Dorothy to find her way home
to let the giggles wash over me
even when trying to act “grown up”

Never to be released
she is my reminder of childhood
my leftovers of wonderment

copyrighted to

Gaye McInnes