Francine Roberts Poet Quintain (English)

Lilting Voices

Children's lilting voices fill the air
on a summer evening, outside at their play.
Happy and thriving with nary a care.
I remember when life used to be that way.
If only our childhood would, a little longer, stay.

Sounds of their laughter bring a smile to my face
and memories of my own flood my being.
My childhood is past , there's no longer a trace
but in my mind a much younger me I'm seeing,
in a time that was all too quickly fleeing.

Children's litling voices fill the air.
A joyous sound on this warm summer eve.
Running, climbing and playing games of dare,
the same games I once played, I believe.
Tonight I'll quietly watch 'til they take their leave.

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Don Johnson June 19, 2011 at 4:09 PM Life is like a buttercup, here n gone n say whats up, knowing you is a treasure, love, Don

Mike Dailey June 19, 2011 at 11:46 AM a little glad - a little sad. Mike

Zzzzz Zzzzz June 19, 2011 at 5:05 AM A nice, nostalgic write, recalling childhood. My childhood is long past too, but I still retain echoes and glimpses of it in my mind. Children are the future, of course. Let's hope they have a good one! Kind regards, Robert.