A Sleeping Child
by V. A. Edwards

I look back with vivid fondness,
 
As I recollect the days,
 
Of being but a child,
 
And behaving childish ways.
 
A cheerful disposition 
 
Was the outlook constantly,

For ne'er a premonition
 
Of the future haunted me.
 
Imagination was the key,
 
Delightful games the door.
 
A bed became a pirate ship,
 
A wooden chair a candy throne.

The mind was but a jungle wild,

And I would never play alone,

For dreaming was creation,
 
And the dreamer was a child.
   
 
 The elves and witches, frogs and princes,
 
 Magic wishes granted three,
 
 Enchanted castles, sleeping giants
 
 In the night would summon me,
 
 And I would visit for a while,
 
 All those special friends of mine,
 
 For dreaming was a journey,
 
 And the dreamer was a child.