Missing days past…

Of Playful Ways

I miss the ways of playful days

of hoses, puddles, water sprays.

Of sunny hopes and long warm rays,

I miss the ways of playful days.

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We sang new songs on playful days.

We danced around the cats who stay

to watch our spirits all ablaze.

I miss the ways of playful days.

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Pig pile, nose-laps, moonlight gaze,

garden, horses, artful phase –

I miss the ways of playful days.

The memory within me, stays.

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The messy rooms, the puzzle trays,

I miss the ways of playful days.

We read and wrote, and offered praise

for every special thoughtful phrase.

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I miss the days of playful ways.

My life moves fast, I’m in a haze

of short and transitory days.

I miss the days, of playful ways.

Darylann Campbell

7/13/2012

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