Sonnet XXXVI

To comprehend our youth it’s understood
We need to dig back to our childhoods.
Because we’re grown and different now,
We have to recollect our former minds.

On Saturday, my brother played with me.
Or rather, he had asked to play with me.
He drew some pictures in his room when he
Decided suddenly to show me this:

It was a closet – his own hiding place
Where he would hide and play at his own pace.
It touched me that his playful little mind
Had changed a common spot to his own world.

At times we press our own ideas on youth,
But to their clever minds, our own are so uncouth.