Glimpses Into Schooldays
Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move!
The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m.
A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell.
The desks we had, actually had inkwells, we used fountain
pens.
Add the beauty of a fresh notebook on which to write.
Learning to use a ruler, what glorious fun.
Some of us really learned to read the "Dick and Jane" series.
We actually had a real Christmas tree~ ah, that scent of
childhood's sparkling magnificence.
Our wide-eyed innocence~
And yes, we could sing of Jesus and angels.
His presence was allowed to swell our souls with hope and joy.
We had no idiotic questions, such as are you a girl or a boy?
No girl ever got pregnant, there was such a thing as chastity.
Who ever heard of murdering a baby?
Thankfully....not in my day, not me.
I give thanks for these simpler times.
I don't know how children can grow up sane anymore.
When morality is trashed and relativity is forever praised
and knocking at their childhood's door.
February 2, 2020
3pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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