I always had to look up

I always had to look up

I remember my own miniature world

When I was only, so tall

The world seemed, so big

In the miniature world, I once lived

I looked at the world in such wonderment

Everything looked like rainbows in my innocent face

A toy car in the shop window

I would one day love to race

Out of my small reach

The shiny glass window in between it and me

I could only look

I would be soon grown up

I look back in the old faded photograph book

Remembering my own miniature world

I once lived and loved

In the days when I always had to look up

Toria

28/11/2023

V L Puckering aka Naked Poet©️2023

No claim to image credit to unknown artist