The Poetry Project

If I could capture in this moment that smile so pure

So real in wide and lighted eyes

Little boy do you know that grownups don’t know how to smile anymore

We only remember sometimes when we see you

If I could capture in this moment that leap so high

So fast, so far, so real

Little boy do you know that grownups don’t know how to run from the wind

We only know how to complain about it

If I could capture in this moment a love for fishing without hooks

Or telephones made of old tin cans

Or little cars made of wire stuffed with mud soiled Barbie dolls

And trolls with messy hair

If I could capture in this moment a love of puddle jumping

Past swarms of buzzing flying ants chasing rainbows

And the way that green glows just right while the sun sets

Before you have to go inside

If I could capture in this moment a jar of tadpoles

And that snail farm filled with teeny tiny babies from under the bush

With the purple flowers that the fairies lived in

On the wall behind the magic oak tree

If I could capture puppy delight

Jars of blowing bubbles and pebbles on the beach

Goldfish in a bowl and ice cream cones with sprinkles

Grape soda straight from the can

If I could capture them for you

I would wrap them in a bright yellow bow

And make you promise with all your soul

To never, ever, stop being a kid

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*Words by Nadine Larter

*Photograph  by Mike Barwood

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