Happiness is in the park!

Happiness is in the park by Suzanne Bélair
©2018 Suzanne Bélair


I wish I remembered when I was carefree

And I could run without boundaries

When joy filled my soul and my body

Exuberant energy coursing through me


I wish I remembered when I was three

And focused on climbing up the ladder rungs

Going up the highest one with no fear of falling

Climbing everywhere without fear of failing

Crawling though the tube

And sliding down the slide

Running up that slide the wrong way

Soles slipping from under me


I wish I remembered when Happiness was in the park

Face warm and flushed

Smile that never fades

Body in motion

Fingers gripping bars and ropes


I wish I could still feel

Sand on my hands

And sand in my shoes and crunching underfoot

Finding a blue butterfly on the ground

Finding a caterpillar under the stair


I wish I remembered

Small feet hitting the trampoline

Excited with the noise they make

Jumping 20 times, 30 times, and more

Thrilled at how high I can get

With squeals of delight

Feeling my knees almost touching my chest


I wish I remembered

Throwing my head back

And laughing on the swing

Offering my throat

While being pushed by my mother

Higher and higher

Looking at the world upside down



I wish I remembered

My childhood blue skies

The smell of summer

Warm grass, dandelions and clover

Grasshoppers and the sound of crickets

Hot sun against my cheek

Secure and happy

Endless possibilities


I wish I remembered when Happiness was in the park

I wish I remembered the simple joy of being alive



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  1. Que tes mots sont doux, poétiques ! L’enfance qui se vit dans le moment. Le regard d’adulte que l’on pose sur l’enfant et ses joies. La nostalgie de l’adulte. Où sont enfouis les doux souvenirs de l’enfance, les simples bonheurs. Comment retrouver et être dans cet espace de simplicité quand on est adulte ? Peut-être comme tu le fais, à regarder ton petit-fils et l’accompagner dans son monde, dans ses découvertes, ses plaisirs.Amitiés, Christiane

    1. Merci Christiane pour ces beaux mots. Quand j’ai écrit ce poème, j’ai essayé de me remémorer le sentiment de liberté et de découverte qui devait bien tous nous habiter à un moment donné mais je n’ai pas pu vraiment. C’est bien pour cela qu’on dit que nous devrions vivre comme si nous étions encore enfants essayer de ne pas perdre cette soif de découverte et de bouger. XX

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