I wish I could go back in time
to when I was little
without any worries
because my mom and dad
did all the worrying then.
Now I am the grownup
and they are the children
and I must worry
while looking
wistfully back

Barbossa

Small regal lion

Perched comfortably on his throne

Cat who owns the house

Youth

Standing on the hill

looking down,

I see myself,

as a child

on a sled.

The breeze cold against my cheek

as I fly across snow

giggling

and chilled.

To be a child again

wistfully thinking