child sometimes

Frank Prem

I am like a child sometimes in the morning
when I wake to the bright of day
and imagine sun will shine on and on
with warming care and touches that I can feel
when I close my eyes and open up my skin

 

I am like a child sometimes in the noon time
when my sandwich takes me home
to the grease proof wrap that my mother used
and the brown paper package of lunch and love
so real I could taste it when I closed my eyes

 

I am like a child sometimes in the afternoon
when all I care to do is play with you
and let the dizzy day toy with me in it's turn
while we occupy a space oblivious
in the midst of a tumult of ordered chaos

 

I am like a child sometimes in the evening
when I growl with ravenous hunger
and storm through the impressions  left
upon me by hours of slog and battle
searching for quiet to balance inner noise

 

I am like a child sometimes in the night
when I wake in darkness disoriented
and draw sharp shock breaths
before I realize where it is that I am
and who it is that lies beside me

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2017 05:55
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 30
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Comments6

  • Michael Edwards

    There's a bit of a child in all of us - I know I've got a very childish sense of humour at times - great original write Frank.

    • Frank Prem

      Thanks Michael. Touching the vulnerability a little.

    • Accidental Poet

      The child in us all is full of life and always tugging on our conscience to remember our youthful years. And you accomplished exactly that with me while reading this great poem Frank.

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks AP. Glad you enjoyed.

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good write, those memories of childhood are so precious.

        • Frank Prem

          Thanks GF. Quite right.

        • Fay Slimm.

          This describes our inner child so well Frank - -many a time my own experience of waking is similar - - a lovely nostalgic read of remembered wrapped Mom-made sandwiches too.

          • Frank Prem

            Those sandwiches sound pretty good Fay.

            Thank you.

          • orchidee

            Good write Frank.

          • Louis Gibbs

            A beautiful sequential journey through life you take us on here, Frank, from the perspective of the inner child. Brilliant!

            • Frank Prem

              Cheers Louis. may we never lose access to the inner child.



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