Lunchbox

The curious child
Looks in amazement
At everything, but itself.

Wonders never cease.
Thoughts on action figures
To Play Doh
Chariots grinding like gears.

Days upon days of encouraged recess
Birthdays and grandparents
Scolding means nothing
Because school will still let you play kickball.

Snow does not mean the same thing
No traveling hassles
Or
Chains to put on
Just gloves and maybe a coat.

Warm soup is the cure for most ails,
a caring kiss on a wound.
Freedom is a different word.
It means one more hour awake.

Summer months
No cares
Taking bottles back for squirt guns
Doing chores for G.I. Joe
Discontent and some times unhappy with beans.

Night times hidden monsters
The Mornings showing days
I keep them in a lunchbox
To open when I need a break.

Supermarkets are like a labyrinth
Toy stores are by the Gods
Staying up all night before birthdays
Restless with desire.

Alley ways and public parks
Staying out just until dark
The street lights should always be on
Homework can always be done.

Crowded cafeterias at lunch
Discovering new groups of food.
Laughing aloud with friends
Milk coming out the nose.

Ice cream headaches were obsolete
The wide,wide world seemed
so complete
Staring contests
and pencil fights
Hiding from unpacking after trips.

Touch,smell,taste,sight,sound
Youth I think is the sixth
Crammed forever in an eight pound container
Should bring it out more.

Summer days of innocence
Winter nights in dreams
I keep them in a lunchbox
To cherish when I am in need.