Through a Child's Eyes

               I can never sympathize with a child because I cannot remember what it was like.
My
memories
are             clouded, my dull eyes longing for something that is obscured
in
my
mind.

                  I see them, bright-eyed and wet-nosed
like
a
dog,            still full of excitement
and             wonder as they cling to their parent’s legs
like
a
burr.


                     But


kids                that didn’t
grow up         around me and know me?
                     They seem to not understand how someone so close in age is like me.

And            maybe it is a touch of fear.
So            perhaps I have that touch as well when I look at them. I
did                  n’t realize the simple mind of a child was so amazing until
I                lost mine.


I don’t want to become like a little child again, so I avoid them. Children are weak in the eyes of society. Weak and helpless.

My head inclines naturally to the right when I am in thought, as it so often does around a small child.

Children are often afraid of me.

                      I wonder why?
My siblings seem fine most of the time, but I have been around them  their entire lives.
Sometimes I wish, that, just for one day, I could see through the eyes of a child again.