Janey

Wide-eyed, I am a child again
walking into evening light
and filled with wonder at the rain
until I’m tucked-up for the night.

No more Rachel, middle aged
and tired of the daily grind;
imagination, now uncaged
can fill my heart and spark the mind.

As Jayne I watch the film cartoons
with chocolate clutched in sticky hand,
or walk the park with blue balloons
and listen to the marching band.

These mental breaks becoming rare
as age creeps in with brittle limb
no more to toss my once-red hair
when once-bright eyes grow old and dim.