Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen
When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics
Anything could be a toy
and our racket could annoy
We turned everything into play things
We played pretend queens and kings
We then played 'mom and dad'
Oh the squealing fun we had!
Teasing, chasing hens and kittens
climbing the grumpy neighbour's fence.
There was paper airplanes
and frisking in the rains
Paper boats too were made
and hide'n'seek was played
And when that wasn't enough
we played blind man's bluff.
We nimbly climbed the trees
hair flailing in the breeze
But our child's play naturally mimicked the grownups
Lil plastic ones instead of real porcelain cups.
Life was all play and games
in our growing mental frames.
Sand castles and kites
childish fights and frights!
And kind parents just let them frisk and play
for all work and no play makes one a dull boy
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S.zaynab.M.V.Kamoonpury (Pseudonym) (
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What an uplifting write which takes me right back to my childhood - thanks so much for posting this gem.
Hi, I'm super glad if I managed to take you back to those carefree times, was my intention. Thanks soo much for feedback. Best wishes,
Not sure how you did it, but as soon as I started looking at it, a woman's voice started reciting/singing the whole poem.
Interesting. 🙂
Hmm lol ok....this relates to both men and women as kids....glad you found It interesting. Thanks for comment.
Yes I was there back in the day many, many years ago. The time of innocence in our lives.
Yeah true i like how you put it, sweet free innocence. Thanks soo much for your nice comment!
Aww, why they call me a dull boy?! heehee.
A fine write Zaynab, of happy days! We can be child-like though, while being adults.
You don't seem dull. Yes we can let the kid in us be sometimes, u r right. Thanks for a fun comment!
It's me being daft! lol. I say 'I must get my coat' and 'I must get out more', if anyone were to call me dull! Do you know those 'British' sayings?
Fantastic stuff! I did love playing around with my older sister, although I was made to think it was not right! Some adults loose that child light or never got given the right.
Keep up the write
Much peace and respect
Aw why wasn't it right to play with a sister I wonder? Why did they curb your play? My parents protected us girls stringently from danger and boys only . I do the same for my lil girls now.
Thanks soo much for your thoughts on this. Best wishes,
Because alcohol and old passed down patterns of behaviour told him, boys are manly and girls are incapable, uncapable weak etc...
Reads like happy memories of childhood. Sadly several poets on MPS were not so fortuneate as innocent children.
Aw that's sad...children should always have safe environments for play and growth. Despite many restrictions that prevented us girls meeting boys we had girl girly fun all of the above but no play dates or any contact whatsoever with boys. We were kept in the house and large garden and never allowed to venture out. Then always went to girls school never coed.
Thanks soo much for your great albeit saddening comment,
exceptionally nsync with what I recollect about mine childhood playtime, particularly those prepubescent summer days, when thyself and sisters, more so the youngest versus oldest found me inebriated with unbounded obliviousness, while prancing as an animal of choice such as ponying up antics of a horse.
tell me more about your magical moments merrily mutating from one (in)animate creature and another.
Woah thanks for a very unique poetic comment, yeahh i loved riding horsecarts and also mimicking various creatures. Cheers n have a great day.
ah... how unencumbered childhood (mine) compared to necessities to attain identity, poetry, responsibility... which metier to write never became manifest until the recent past. I always loved to loose my imagination courtesy of an appealing author. Even now, yours truly (a veritable stranger in an alien nation) allocates hours most days/nights huddled over choice intellectual morsels. Thank ye for responding.
Honestly this is really good. Perfect stanzas, fantastic beat, smooth rhyme and your vocabulary is executed perfectly.
I really enjoyed the way you captured that nostalgic feeling of childhood.
an honest work of art.
Warmest thanks for your great comment, your feedback is so grasping and shows you have more poetic knowledge. 🌷
sweet reminiscing of all our innocence:) thank you for the memories you popped into my head of my fun childhood moments.
Glad it made you reminisce. Warmest thanks for your fine thoughts on this poem. Take care!
Great writing. Made me reflect on my childhood and realize just how enjoyable that time period was. Now with my own daughter soon to be born I hope to reccconect with those days with her.
Wow congrats on your daughter to be, yeahh prepare for her playtime, it's similar across the world methinks. You will reconnect and reminisce your childhood with her. Thanks soo much for comment, for telling how you will be relating to my poem
Love your poem. With six grand-kids I am having the time of my life playing with them.
Great!! Nice to know!! Thanks soo much for a lovely comment. They must make you revisit childhood. Cheers!
Nice poem.
Takes me way back to being a kid.
- Syd
Glad to take back to carefree world of childhood. Thanks soo much for comment.
Took me back - inspired.
Hi szaynab,
The innocence of childhood.
I am glad I grew up when I did.
Being a child now is tough.
A wonderful unforgettable poem.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during these challenging times.
FineB
The innocence you project with this simple, rich, memory-inducing verse perfectly reflects the innocent play of children. Your poem is really a grown-up nursery rhyme. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but it's clear that, for some like you, composing a little ditty like this is how you continue to play as an adult -- or as a former child, maybe I should say.
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