Thirsting for lost childhood.
Oh to play on a bicycle with stabilizers.
Hung on to by a daddy who pretended he cared.
To stick stamps in an album, with such tender care.
To create towns full of plastic houses complete with minute plastic men.
Without responsibilities.
Plastic kids and Barbie dolls, are buckets much less hassle
To squabble with a brother, with whom you squabble still.

To have no dependents, my goodness what a dream.
It was no dream.
Not the slightest hint of fantasy.
I have more, so much more.
They may have  depended on me for years, but now when the chips are down.
They lifted and supported me through all life's peaks and troughs.
They are closer to me than I ever thought they would be.
Nowadays I'm glad to say I'm not that little kid!
(C) Livvi