In dark and lonely spaces, I miss your innocence.
When somberness wraps around, I miss your merriment.
If only responsibility could be replaced with uninhibited fun.
Maybe I wouldn’t miss you so much, the child that I once was.
The wrinkles and gray hairs multiply each day; Reflected in my image–I’m afraid they’re here to stay.
Sometimes I see you in passing, in glimpses of days long gone.
How I wish I had embraced you and enjoyed the childhood song.
I watch you in the shadows, longing to be free.
Come out from what is acceptable, and dance and play with me.
Rebecca Carpenter, copy editor and author 
That is really beautiful!