Four Year Old State of Mind

Sitting and watching the world continue on it's axis,

I watch as my four year old finds magic in everything without knowing the story of everything's existence.

If there is a puddle he doesn't hesitate to jump in it.

Total disregard for the mess he will make and the damp clothes he will continue to wear.

If there is a flower he will smell it, noting the sweetness and immediately turning to give it to me without hesitation.

He sees the world and all its colors.

He befriends anybody and cannot judge because he has yet to be poisoned by the worlds static.

He lives every single moment as if he might miss something.

He doesn't yearn for his bed or wish to hide away from the world.

Instead, he wants the world to see him and he doesn't care what anybody thinks.

He loves with everything he has and his little heart beams with all the joy I so wish as an adult I could get back.

He creates art out of messes and poetry out of rambling.

He makes songs out of non-sense and dance out of playing.

He is the precious part of life we all once knew before we allowed the noise to take control.

How I hope to keep him here in his own little world as long as I can, but as we all know his magic, too, shall one day come to an end.

Forever will I remember his little chubby hands, giving me that wild flower that to him was the best gift he could give.

He has no idea what any of us would give to once again have that four year old state of mind.