How Wonderful Innocence Was

Passersby stared at me and complimented mom
for her gorgeous child 
who smiled very tenderly,
and being moved by how 
I sang my nursery rhyme,
they applauded saying, " Oh, it's so pretty! "    


A few days ago, being bored I searched
for a rare coin collection sold
to me by the Bradford exchange,
but surprisingly I found a forgotten picture between
the pages of a book written by James McQueen,   
and in that picture there was me at a tender age.


The more I looked at it, the more that shy and fair child resembled me,   
and being amazed by my discovery,
I started living the thrill of childhood days:
remembering spring afternoons and how wonderful innocence was!


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Deb Wilson's contest, " Maybe I'm Amazed! "
2/ 19/2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Johnson Avatar
March 16, 2013 at 8:09 PM
dt behooves us all to go back in memory to those wonderful, carefree, happy days when we were loved and had no worries. Congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce
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March 16, 2013 at 1:14 PM
Nicely written Andrew. Congratulation on your win. Warm Smiles, Connie
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March 16, 2013 at 12:43 PM
Andrew, CONGRATULATIONS in Deb's contest!!! ;-) always~ PD
Eastman Avatar
March 16, 2013 at 10:12 AM
Memories can be so precious... Beautifully written poem... It touched me. Congrats on the win.
Richards Avatar
March 16, 2013 at 9:18 AM
How amazing are those little things, almost forgotten, then re-discovered! This one brought such a smile and a tender reflection on our own childish innocence..... if only we could keep some of it forever. Congratulations, Andrew!!
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