Remembering the Beauty of Childhood Dreams: Photo Challenge #537

I remember fields of flowers that looked like cotton growing in the South.

We would pick them, and blow their tops into the wind, dreaming of better times.

We would be astronauts, ballerinas, teachers, ball players, actors, and very rich.

We looked forward to leaving poverty behind, with mountains too difficult to climb.

Not all fulfilled our wildest imaginings, stuck in the mire and muck of our birthplace.

But in that moment, it seemed we could escape the tentacles of despair and shame.

Childhood held such beauty, allowing us to believe anything was possible,

So I treasure those moments when I see those flowers and remember our childish games.

Written for Photo Challenge #537 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

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