Here’s to the sandcastles made to destroy,
The snowball battles, the coveted toy,
The stains on t-shirts, the messy cheeks,
The endlessly laughing, the high-pitched shrieks,
The boy versus girl tag, the endless chalk,
The hopscotch, the jumprope, the knock
Knock jokes, the fake horse riding,
The cowboy hat, the swingset sliding
And that annoying cat.
Here’s to childhood, the first golden years
Where you became Midas, turning tears
To evanescent memories, ebullient.
Here’s to what we seek to emulate and scold,
The days we know we once held dear even if they
disappear with each passing year.
Here’s to our past. Let us hope that the future
Holds enough silliness, coloring, bubble-popping
Fun for us to revile in the days to come.
Here’s to the hereafter.
Another childhood awaits.