Childhood Days

I remember a time when I was young When summers were hot and so, so long School holidays seemed to go on, and on Back in my childhood days, Holidays spent beside the sea With mother, father and siblings three, Playing safe, and wild, and free In my nonchalant, childhood days, I remember packed lunches on long bike rides, Jam jar fishing by the riverside Finding exciting places to hide In my innocent, childhood days, Playing with friends down in the park Not coming home until long after dark Sleeping outside was such a lark In my carefree, childhood days, The summers, now, don’t seem to last School holidays go by so fast Long hot days are in the past Along with childhood days, Annual vacations, are taken in Spain With husband and daughters, traveling by plane To escape the cold, the wind and the rain Unlike my childhood days As for our children playing out of sight It just doesn’t happen, especially at night In years to come, will these days seem as bright To my girls, as do my childhood days?