I Was A Child – Surrendered Poetry -Randy Conway

Randy Conway surrenderedpoetry.com/ I WAS A CHILD To swing from a rope hanging in a tree, To play in a puddle pretending it’s the sea,...
Randy Conway surrenderedpoetry.com/ I WAS A CHILD To swing from a rope hanging in a tree, To play in a puddle pretending it’s the sea, To be the sheriff of an old western town, Or painting my face like I was a clown. I’ll never do these simple things. They are confined to dwell in my dreams. I wasn’t allowed laughter, play, or even breath Before I was born I met with death. To hear a fine story while in mother’s lap, To have milk and cookies just before nap, To open a present and play party games, To have...