Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

Adult Stress Relief: A Return to Childhood Joy

Zip‑pi‑te‑do‑dah‑day,

Let’s not play word games today.

My words have gone to bed—they’re tired.

My mind is frazzled, screwed, and wired.

I can hardly think a decent thought, this, I think?

My limbs still move—my eyes can wink.

Let’s imagine, I’m playing outside;

Forget the typewriter where can I hide?

Behind the old Oak tree on its huge right side.

By the mud pit, where I made mud pies with my sis.

Making famous mud pies is something I really miss.

She and I made so many back then. We even sold a few.

Let’s play in the mud again and make some new.

Then, I can try to sell them like way back when…

When I was barely the rough age of ten.

I know it sounds a bit strange today,

But I loved being a kid—what hey!

I’m an adult with a child inside.

Look over there—there’s a slide!

And a swing! I’m going on a swing!

And over there—a jungle gym!

Oh, to be a spry youngster again,

Remembering the fun of way back when…

No adult responsibilities or bills to pay,

No car to drive—your bike saved the day.

I’m glad I’m not playing word games today.

It’s simply my Zip‑pi‑te‑do‑dah‑day.