smiling, the child
dances between the puddles,
laughs as the rain pours down,
pretending that its lemon drops falling,
attempting to catch with her mouth open,
as the old candy drops song had suggested.

sure, to reminisce does not equate to re-living it all. but it comes pretty close.

i miss the days when you were five and the world was simpler,
a time when i could run over and be sure that you'd meet me there.