“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Many countries observed Children’s Day on June 1st.
May all children be happy.
It was (or was it not?) just hours ago —
Our sandaled feet kicked up the poplar snow,
And it would rise in white puffs, and the breeze
Would carry it along, and we would sneeze,
And laugh, and play with what we thought was ours
For all eternity — a few short hours.
It is (or is it not?) a dream away —
That, filled with June and promise, fun sun day
Where we can touch the wind, and taste the air,
And be the way we were, without a care,
Free to reclaim what fleeting time can’t steal,
Where we can hope once more, and laugh, and heal.
— Sasha A. Palmer