Childhood memories

the world a playground parents arms our nest school was fun too barring the weekly test measles and mumps mother tended with care flame of love vibrated heart vibrant and aware our fontanel was open we communed with God but when we shared this we but got a careless nod we knew then we are soul encased in body-mind it took time to realise to truth others were blind counselled by elders light of our soul became dim taught to be street smart God called but we forgot Him looking back we now see it was as meant to be even though we seem bound our soul is always free