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As a Child

By: Ben Needles

I think sometimes there is a place inside me that is missing, or I am missing part of myself--the part that is perfect, and does all the things I know I should do.
The part of me that smiles, and without hesitation says, Youre forgiven. The heart of me that thinks no evil and judges no one: the innocent heart.
I sometimes think I have walked away from simpler things, to find complex ones with many layers of confusion. Sometimes its hard to imagine that I was a child once, who thought that fairies were real; waited up late to watch out the window for Santa Claus to come sweeping through the sky; or hopped off my bicycle to lie in the grass and interpret cloud formations. Who believed that everyone possessed a gift for me inside, if I could reach deep enough into their hearts.
Who hasnt planted a seed as a child, expecting it to grow? And now, as an adult, I just hope it will. You get a goldfish as a child, thinking it will live forever-- everything lives forever. One day of making sandcastles would make any disappointment disappear. Maybe I am missing the child inside of me that believed, unwaveringly. The child who knew if I fell, someone would be there to pick me up. The child who trusted. The child who found every new spring a miracle: and left bullnettle nuts to crack open in the sun, knowing they would be there the next day, bursting open. Who always seemed to find a Monarch butterfly perched on the petals of a Black-eyed Susan; who jumped in rain puddles; chased shadows on the walk, and dragonflies; drank nectar from the honeysuckle stems; rescued strays without worrying about diseases; laughed with abandon; twirled in the grass until I fell over dizzy; blew bubbles in my milk; made a word with alphabet soup; wrote wash me on dirty automobiles, wrote love notes in the sand, wanted glass slippers like Cinderella--who dreamed of who shed be one day.
I hope I havent disappointed that child of dreams.

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About the Author (text)

Michele Dulude, 42 year-old mother of 2 teenage sons, grew up in Northeast Texas, and spent 8 years assisting her husband in Ministry in Alaska. After they moved back to Texas in 1999, she\'s published several poems and continues to write songs and stories, drawing from her unique experiences.

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