“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” ~George Bernard Shaw.
I had become quiet, serious and proper.
I yearned to sing out loud. To jump in the water puddles.
But it was weird
I dreamed of the days I played with mud. And found running water funny.
Just didn’t any more
I loved the me that would draw without purpose. Disappear in my own thoughts.
I was too busy for that
I used to imagine my bed was a ship. That I was a princess.
I was just me and my boring life
Then I met you and you taught me to do it all. Without limitation or time restriction.
I smile and laugh, loudly
With you I’m safe to do what I used to do. To play.
Written by Mette Nyholm Theilmann