The green fields of home, where the color green
matched the early leaves of spring in this town-
this feeling of being away for so long, missing the
moments of laughter with friends and siblings–
I miss!
Give me back my childhood, without a care, where
my grandmother told stories of kings and queens
and of lands of fairies and butterflies; her stories
longer than our nights, as her smiles caressed our souls—
I miss that too!
I want those rain soaked streets, with puddles
where we jumped up and down and splashed water
all over us, laughter gurgling from the depth of our bellies
our hair flying in the wind, and the silvery chimes of anklets–
I long for this!
Paper boats in the puddles, some washed-up and limp,
our hands pushing them along, giggling at the
shreds of paper; innocence and simplicity washing ashore
wonder in our eyes, longing to repeat the same game
I remember fondly, and I miss that!
Now I celebrate my life, and a mind that can still ruminate,
thoughts that can be converted to speech–
Now, almost eight decades later, I miss my youth, but play
these same mindless games with my grandchildren,
So they, hopefully will remember!!

I have found memories of my childhood. I grew up at 17 when my dad died. What a lovely poem.
Hi Love, losing a parent at that vulnerable age is so hard. I feel the ache in your words. Glad you liked the poem.
Thanks. There is a hole that never has been filled.
You took me along and then the circular pattern of life brought me back to a new beginning! A wonderful poem of reminiscence!
Thank you Val. I read this poem often and wonder how distant all that seems now. Was I ever a child?
Beautiful circle of life, that you see, so gratefully.
(& perfect photo! to accompany)
Gratitude is always there Kim, it is the passing of the decades so swiftly, that I shake my head at.
The photo was taken in Vero Beach when we were there for a month and watched the Atlantic and listened to the waves. The gulls loved the bread every morning.
Such were the golden days of childhood. You took me back to the memory lane.
A lovely shot of seagulls.
Thank you Rupali. Have to do that every once in a while to maintain my sanity I think.
This is beautiful and I love the range of emotions this has evoked.
Glad you liked it Mattie. All of us have memories like these.
They WILL remember! 🙂 And they will be grateful for you and for those memories made with you, SweetZ!
What a beautiful, heart-felt poem that gives rise to emotions and memories to everyone who reads it! 🙂
Those positive childhood (even all of life) memories help us through the tough days. 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
Thank you Carolyn. Had written this several years ago, and I think i have included it in my book, Gulistan: A home of Flowers. Check it out on Amazon. (Always plugging, ain’t I? Love and hugs to you.
you took me back in time Zak.. and i am teary eyed now…. i love this…
Thank you.
as a grandmother, i became a storyteller. i know they will remember. thank you for taking me back to a wonderful time and space. such a delightful read.
How sweet of you to come over and say such kind words. Thank you.
You had me reminiscing my childhood days with this beautiful poem. The good old worry-free days.
Thank you Rudi. It is always such a pleasure to hear from you. Childhood and it’s beauty. Unending and clinging to the fabric of your soul.