I remember the childhood aches
From bicycles swerving, falling
Bee stings and dog bites
Scraped knees and hands
I remember the childhood wonders
Why does the nighttime come?
Why do the clouds cover the sun?
Why do nightmares ever haunt?
I remember the childhood lessons
Look both ways before crossing the street
Don’t touch the burning hot stove
And always do as you are told
I remember the childhood stories
As the prince rode off with his princess
Towards the gleaming castle far away
Always living happily ever after
I remember the childhood days
And I wish to go back
Comments2
So true!!
Wow! I always think about the days when I was younger than I am now. I remember how I first learned to ride my bike (ouch) I remember how I asked my mom to wait five minutes, and was surprised how fast it ended, and I still remember singing for my class, and doing the monkey bars.... oh, I wish I could go back.... this poem is so so true 🙂
Haha yeah... Everything was so fun back then, and all our problems then would seem trivial now. 🙂
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