Little Ones

As little ones, our eyes would look out into worlds all our own.
With magic, gently our dreams were sewn.
And when those Netherlands beckoned us near.
Quietly we followed, proudly, without fear.

There, we would climb to the snow-capped mountain tips.
Sail seas as captains of great big gold ships.
We’d catch rides on the back of a lone white dove
And spend the night dancing with the moon and stars above.

And so with jesters and clowns we created our days
Full of unicorns, faeries, and peppermint sleighs.
With Kings and Queens, munchkins and plays
We ran through rainbows of chocolate-coated haze.

Do you remember…
Those days when your heart would dance and your spirit would sing?
Do you remember…
That little one who still lies within?
Do you remember all those tomorrows
Still yet to begin?

Susan McClelland, 1991


Susan is currently writing Mariatu-My Story for Annick Press,
due out in August 2008.