The Possessions of a Younger Age

Every boy has his toys, and each girl her dolls; and as they grow they are put away where light can't enter: there in that closet, which often memory recalls how delightful and merry their days were, but wishing for a return is a constant, useless prayer... Everyone once had the possessions of a younger age, some were precious and memorable, others simply painful and vacant; and who can remember being hugged and truly loved by all? Many still reminisce the sad thought of having been offered none at all, and how they longed to have felt a little, sweet taste! Nobody desired that more than I did, and only mother provided that! Blue-bells seemed blither than I.. colored flowers that have no feel, no soul to express their joy or sorrow, had I become like them? Larks and mockingbirds weren't as malcontent as I was indeed; all they wished for was some rain and the quietest place to rest! Oh, how much sympathy I felt...with no one loving them, but their Creator; and my circumstances affirmed how true that really was for me to declare! An evil doer can be a father, who denies his children profound affection; malice or thoughtlessness scars the hearts of the tender ones, to become a malady or blight that leaves many fragments of broken lives; and shouldn't someone grab them by the scruff of their necks, and put some sense into them when they intentionally induce pain? This snarl...rebelled at such atrocity, although no slaps could prevent those tries! Husbands love your wives devotedly, mistresses are the cause of your adultery; would the faithful ones pursue an extramarital affair? And what are the consequences of your sin and surliness? A curse from God for many generations, to deny your little ones the possessions of a younger age! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci