Lindsay Freeman
Reflections
Sometimes as I sit back and watch my children,
Really watch them and listen to what they say as they play their games,
I wait for them to ask the same question they always ask,
To tell them a story of what I did as a child.
What I did as a child? What games did I play?
How my life was and the toys that I had.
The answers that I give them,
Honest to the point of my memory,
Would depend on their ages.
How do I say my parents didn’t live as we do?
What do I say when they ask what that means?
So instead I think to myself that I will smile
Simply, as I did when I was a child
And didn’t know there was another option.
And I will be thankful for the childhood
I have been able to provide for them.