These days
A child grows up too fast
All too soon your days
Have run from first to last
For life is too short
Especially when we’re young
And childhood is the sweetest
Where you learn to have fun
All too often
We teach the little ones
To act like us adults
Cuteness overload reruns
But blind are we
We who always look back
Must we steal their childhood?
The one they’ll lack
Let them play
Let their dreams run free
For them to make memories
From climbing a tree
For they need to play
With childhood toys
Of baby dolls and Tonka Trucks
For all the girls and boys
Please don’t make them
Grow up too soon
Keep their eyes Earthbound
Before they shoot for the Moon
Let them be ghosts and witches
Goblins and Ghouls for Halloween
When crazy laughing
Turns to a lavish scream
Let them have a childhood
Like most of us did
Even if you didn’t
Let them be a kid
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2015
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2017 03:10
- Category: Children
- Views: 95
- Users favorite of this poem: WL Schuett, BlueDays
Comments10
Kids to be kids? Novel concept - filled with so much risk! Really can't be having too much of that AP.
Yes, I suppose as they say, there is risk in everything. Thanks for reading Frank. ; )
Let them climb trees , love it cool poem
Thanks WL. ; )
A great reminder. Lovely read
Thanks BlueDays. Glad you enjoyed it. ; )
So very true, kids are being pushed too far and too fast beyond their years.
May I direct you to the comment I left Kat above? Thanks for reading and commenting Goldfinch. ; )
This is beautiful! And true it is.
Thanks Sefrin, I appreciate your reading. ; )
A spectacular write and great advice!
Thanks poetboy, I appreciate your compliment and reading. ; )
Great write
Thanks Tony, ; )
Welcome
Totally agree with you. Do not ruin their childhoods with adult's nonsense.
All the kids going to love you.
Beautiful writing.
Thank you m&m. ; )
Super writing. Lovely to read. Should be presented to every new parent so they can hang it behind the loo door and contemplate.
Thanks for the compliment and reading dusk. ; )
I just love your writing. So good. I love kids. They are a puddle of joy.
Thanks for writing it.
Thank you malu for reading and your compliment. It was just something in me that had to come out. ; )
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