When my daughter was just a wee one,
Reading scary Halloween stories was such fun.
Ghosts and goblins and witches galore,
Our scary stories were never a bore.
She dressed as a lion, a pumpkin and a witch,
Those were the days when laughter was our ‘rich’.
Now she is grown and living a great life,
Life still is fun but not without its strife.
There is work to do and bills to pay,
Not much time for fun in her every day.
But once a year this young woman does recall,
How she was a princess, a devil, the belle of the ball.
She throws caution to the wind and allows her child inside to shine,
Teaching me that make believe and dress-up are all still divine.
Growing up doesn’t mean you stop having fun,
For if you resign you are as good as done.
And with Halloween upon us once more,
It is time for greeting monsters and fairies at the door.
We learn from our children, what we so easily forget,
That time is a thief and fantasies our best bet.
Make believe has its place and you need not be a child,
Believe for a moment, let yourself go … be wild.
When we are all grown up its important for us to remember,
That our childhood is something we should never surrender.