All children
Except one
Grow up
She looks at me
From across the room
Her blue eyes ablaze
With life and wonder
Which child
She asks
Peter Pan
I reply
He can fly
Curious she says
I flew too
When I dropped
Down the hole
And when I drank
The potion
And nibbled the cake
And I am still a child
A wise child
I say
Like an old woman
Dressed in a blue frock
And white pinafore
With black shiny shoes
What did Peter wear
She asks
Green
With a hat
And he had a fairy called
Tinkerbell
She tuts
Well that's just silly
Hatter and dormouse
Have their own magic
Perhaps we all stay the age
Of when we were written
Stuck in the pages
But free in the imagination
Of those who read us
Find us
I could be forty-eight
Or eight
Like you
Does it really matter
She asks
No little Cricket
We will let Peter fly
And carry on with
Our own adventures.
