I need you to show me,
show me the little boy
trapped inside the man.

Show me the spring
he got his first dog,
the wildness when they played.

Show me the summer
he learned to swim,
the sting of chlorine in his eyes.

Show me the autumn
he first rode his bike,
the wind tugging his hair.

Show me the winter
he built his first snowman,
the cold hands and running nose.

Show me his giggles,
his wishes and wonders,
scraped knees and angry tears.

Show me the boy you were
before the world told you
how to be a man.

© november child
photo: by Igor Morski via Random_Michelle

in response to: Photo Fiction #52