Childhood, a time to remember once old,
Happiness and joy it gives to the soul,
Memories, small bones of moments we hold,
Unconsciously free from worries and stress;
Childhood, its an adventure untold.
Four-Three i was, smiling toppled down the stairs,
Upset i was, crying and cried for an hour, lost;
Mother worried and easing me, unhurt luckily;
At peace when served chocolates and tang-frost;
Quite happy i was, days before i went to school:
Rode about dressed as a cowboy and red-wool,
From morn to evening on tricycle, playing games,
Sometimes quarreled and crying home I came.
Five i was, crying and leaving for school,
An ordeal, so unknown mother not around,
But the strangers turned to friends, a smiling face,
Happily left for school after, I said, “A good place”.
Childhood, closing eyes I see.
Learning to ride a bicycle there I fell again,
Bruised thrice but didn’t give up and finally,
Able to ride, going round and round the street,
How happy i was, i cant recall wholly.
A Fondling one, a concert at the end of the year,
Role played as a Hero in Jack and the Beanstalk,
For my performance overnight receiving compliments,
My parents proud of me, happy all we were together.
And here i sit in a cold January, late after midnight,
Amazing childhood i had if i remember aright,
Long gone those beautiful days, Ah! I just wish,
I could relive those days to have that joy again,
Childhood, its a story that remains.
Do you remember your childhood? It was a wonderful time, wasn’t it? Share your story with us…
The Poet: Mr. Craxout
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