Childhood 1935-1945
I’ve never really wished
To be a child again.
For growing up’s too hard
To even put to pen.
But somehow, in my mind,
The difficulties fade.
The memories that linger
Are joys that childhood made.
The endless summer days
Making hideouts, climbing trees,
Spying on the neighbor boys,
Or hanging by my knees!
I breathe the stuffy August air,
Sit dreaming by a stream
That ripples over roots and stones
Between two banks of green.
When the days were really hot
Our bathing suits we wore
To squirt our friends with hoses
‘Til Mother said, “No more!”
On other days we put on plays
And practiced grown-up looks
And acted out the characters
We’d read about in books
In spring we wore our roller skates
That clamped on shoes with keys.
We rumbled down the sidewalks
And often skinned our knees!
We went to church on Easter -
White gloves we’d surely use -
With brand-new suits or dresses,
Flowery hats and patent shoes!
Winter was a great time
For skating on the pond,
Our toes and fingers frozen,
But how we whirled around!
And now the scene has changed
To a hill that’s thick with snow.
And now I’m flying on a sled
To see how fast I’ll go!
I still recall the smell of
Bonfires smoky in the fall.
Then Halloween, Thanksgiving –
Such excitement I recall!
I’m happy where I am today.
I’ve taken what life brings,
But memories can take me back,
And nostalgia ever clings.
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