Ode To Childhood
It's like a haunting
where images and visions freely sail
clutching to some distant memory that prevails
recalled with joy and laughter's gaze
or fear and loathing of the echoes raised;
should I sleep and dream a child's dream
would it return to me in nightmarish themes
or paint the picture of a moment in my history
where I am still the child lost in mystery?
In the sunlight dare, I dance
in puddles forgotten along the street expanse
or could I run without my shoes
and bare my innocence to lose?
is it just the puddle after the rain
or in this recollection can I be a child again
to wander the street of childhood
where alone we float easily as driftwood;
splash the puddles as the water flows
and embrace angelic blessings that children know
dance the frenzied round of simplicity most treasured
and find the adventures experienced and measured
of childhood forgotten and remembered again.
Chantelle Anne Cook
Childhood Memories
7/9/19
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