Your face is fading away,
Like bubbles on a sunny day
Like a CD that refused to play
Like chalk on the greenway
Like daffodils in the breeze
Like a bruise on the knee
Like a balloon lost from a hand
Like a wet castle in the sand
Like a popsicle melting onto fingers
Like the taste of butterscotch that lingers
Like the long-lost smiley stickers
Like the color of the butterfly eraser
Like the show that got cancelled
Like fraying, chewed end of a pencil
Like the training wheel of your bike
Like the battery of a flashlight
Like the room that was always a mess
Like beads from a broken necklace
Like the plushie you couldn't love less
Like the paint stains on your dress
Oh, you happy little girl,
So ready for this world,
Your face is fading away!
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The face of childhood fades and morphs into that of an adult. Nicely written with multiple allegories and rhyme nicely done
Sylva, what a beautifully bittersweet piece. All those wonderfully ordinary childhood details brought back that strange feeling of realizing the child we once were is getting farther away...yet traces of them remain everywhere. This really moved me, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
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