Childhood is a time
when innocent eyes scan all
aspects of the world
and perceive its intrinsic beauty.
Childhood is a time
that moves us from plain, pebbled
shores to distant isles
of bliss. On vision's sailboats,
we drift across seas
of vast possibilities.
Childhood is a time
when miracles are woven
by shafts of dream- like
sunlight in the crib of spring.
Childhood is a time
of blue and green consciousness
of rivers, hills and fields
and lush, lucid lullabies.
Childhood is a time
when this life slowly unfolds
its myriad textures like
a lotus flower,
blessed with Eastern promises.
Childhood is a time
filled with wonder and oneness.
Contrived boundaries dissolve
in azure oceans of harmony.
Childhood was a time
when the stars shone like diamonds
in the evening skies.
Guardian angels kept us
snug in pillowed sleep.
O childhood was a time of
soft summer breezes,
when we dwelt in the treehouse
of sweet enchantment!
Now it seems so far away.
O childhood was the
first flash of verdant Eden
before Time's darkening
and the Fall's bitter coming!
Childhood was a time
that stretched days and hours
into infinity. Yet
now all we know are limits.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2026 00:31
- Category: Children
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Comments4
Good write D.
Beautifully worded this poem brings back childhood innocence to an adult world through the eyes of memory of one's own past days and the observation of small children eyes new to the world. A lovely piece Dominic that calls out to a blood stained world to look back to better times. A fave
Many thanks to the both of you. I'm really pleased that I published this one. I think it was mainly inspired by Dylan Thomas' poem about childhood: Fern Hill.
You are most welcome Dominic
Dominic, this is a luminous meditation on memory and time. The imagery moves from wonder to distance with such patience, letting childhood remain sacred even as it recedes. The final turn toward limits lands softly, but powerfully. Very well done and a fave, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Beautifully done, my friend. The poem revolves around the innocence, beauty, and wonder of childhood, contrasting them with the limitations and complexities of adulthood. The poet encompasses the perception of childhood as a magical, expansive time filled with joy, possibilities, and a deep connection to nature, ultimately lamenting the loss of this purity and freedom as one matures.
Many thanks for your kind and perceptive comments. I really value you them.
Much appreciated...you seem to have a great understanding of what I was trying to achieve with this poem. Your insights are very valuable to me,
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