As I have mentioned in my books, sometimes words just pour forth, title and all. There are occasions when a title comes into my mind – and it could be six months or more before the poem comes along to go with the title. Periodically, a poem literally “writes itself” and I have to come up with a title to go along.
“Child” is one of those works that simply wrote itself. And the title was obvious. Even today, in my sixth decade of live on planet Earth, the actions mentioned in this poem bring out the inner child in me.
