Best Childhoodhappy Poems
I’m painfully aware as I regress down memory lane
That scene’s of my childhood slowly begin to wane
As I strive to recall them from the labyrinth of my brain
It was a time of innocence, of carefree happy days
Of childish pranks and mischief and summer holidays
Our doors were never locked, we children all ran free
And oh what fun we had riding the Calliope
We played stick ball, cops and robbers and other childish games
We roasted chestnuts by the fire, tossing pine cones in the flames
We showed respect to teachers…mine happened to be nuns
We had never heard of pedophiles, no one came to school with guns
Schools were a place of learning and we had nothing to fear
(Certainly not a shooting gallery conducted by our peers!)
We always loved our country and saluted the flag with pride
And when President Roosevelt died, I remember how we cried
Whenever we misbehaved it was made very clear
Parents were in charge as they swat us on the rear
Respect was a given…. trust was to be earned
You took the measure of a man by the values that he learned
Another time…another place …civility is no more
And marriage, I’m sad to say, is just a swinging door
Childish pranks have changed a bit…selling drugs is done with pride
Gangs roam the streets, shooting rivals who try to hide
Parents are no longer in charge…children can’t help but fail
Spanking is called abuse now, and they would land in jail!
Mother’s who would have died for them, now covet gin or crack
And babies are left alone to wonder if they’re ever coming back
Every generation thinks that theirs was the best
I’m so happy to have lived then…I’ve truly been blest
Another time…another place…I’m afraid it is no more
Yet I’m eager to hang around to see what the future has in store
Since I was a little boy
You made me happy filled with joy
when I fell you picked me up
Told me I must be tough
I know sometimes I made you angry
You said time out and I would pout
When I was very small
made me feel six feet tall
Read me bed time stories
Until I went to sleep
Thank you dad that was so neat
Growing up you taught me how to use a cup
You were there until I grew up
Now I am a man
Thank you for being there
And never letting go of my hand
I am proud to be your son
Happy Birthday
Oh happy childhood
Just full of glee
Was a child more happy
Than a child like me ?
Some days were bright
Some days were sad
But they didn't last long
As childhood isn't very bad
If I had been good
I was happy as a lark
If I had been bad
I was afraid after dark
Now as I have grown older
I know what it means
When after darkness
Come bad dreams
For when we are good
The world is bright
But when we are bad
Its darker than night
So friends just remember
When life seems weary
There may be some things we can do
To make life more merry
So if we walk in the light
The world is all bright
But if we walk in the evil way
My friend , it will never pay.
Written by my Grandmother, Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/ Earl
Sometimes I close my eyes and remember
Remember all the good and bad
All the happy and the sad
All the things that made me
That sculpted my heart
That dreamt up my mind
My mother tells me stories from my past
How I was her one true wish
That god just wouldn’t give her
And when she finally got her gift
She was terrified to lose it
But she got it
She got me
Then that day when I came to be
Mommy and Daddy so filled with joy
But short lived
16 days after
Daddy went away
Daddy just wouldn’t stay
But for a year it was just us two
Then a gift from above
A knock on the door woke us up
1 day after I turned one
Another part of our family begun
A sick little baby so little and small
A sister, my sister she became to be
And now it became us three
We were such happy kids
Not one worry in our life
5 years past of our joy
Then back came daddy
With much joy
A family we truly were
We were spoiled
Oh yes indeed
We were the queens
Much has happen since those days
Daddy once again went away
But I was always happy as a kid
My childhood was my amazing gift
Yes
Sometimes I close my eyes and remember
Remember all the good and bad
All the happy and the sad
All the things that made me
That sculpted my heart
That dreamt up my mind
I love to close my eyes
And remember the good times
when winter winds come whistling bringing fields of newborn snow
it brings back remembered memories of the years so long ago
i can vision all my playmates all the real and make believe
and the snow upon the sidewalks with the barren ice filled trees
in the fields we played together building forts and sharing sleds
till we heard our mothers calling come its time to go to bed
in the morning we would listen to the early morning news
and we always would be hoping for the closing of our schools
now the years have passed so quickly i have children of my own
as i watch them i am happy for the seeds that i have sown
in the yard they build a snowman oh its such a childhood craze
and it always brings back memories of my happy childhood days
Here is my Kevin,can
you see.
He's come home to see
you and me.
Out of the blue,he's come
from the past.
Home, to see his mother,
he's here at last.
It's so good to see him,
we waited so long.
I was so glad to see him,
I could have sung me a song.
I love him so much,it's
plain to see.
So happy to have him,I
finally feel free.
He's tall and handsome,
and a very nice man.
In this America,we call
our land.
He has a wonderful wife,
and two great kids.
I'm so happy with them,
I could flip my lid.
All is good, in my little
space.
Cause I got to see,his
cute little face.
Rest now Mom,and be
at peace.
All is well,and it will
not cease.
God is with us,all the
way.
Tomorrow will bring
a wonderful day.
Little moments are happy things
Sunny warm summers on swift moving swings
Worms on the driveway after the rain
A foggy window to write my name
Mommy's smile, Daddy's laugh
Popping the bubbles in my bath
Watching a bird building a nest
All by my big-self, I got dressed
Firework displays and bright Christmas lights
Family room camp outs and clear starry nights
Wearing fuzzy fleece pj's and super-soft slippers
Tying my laces and zipping my zippers
Sledding in snow and skipping in Spring
Little moments are happy things
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Siblings
Two pictured perfect
Oh dear then came three
Mum and Dad loved each other
I am sorry but happy
They stumbled and fell with me
I had to share your room
You even had it painted
In the clinical white you have come to know
But I was just a little kid
You even had our duvets
Look like a stephen king clown horror show
I tried to stretch my arms
And inject a little artistry
My time would never really shine
I am not sure what was in our hearts
But whatever genes were injected
They're will could not reach mine
I think we all know
Something went wrong
Something along the way
But I will never hurt
Never ever, for the gift
Of being able to feel life in awe and decay
I am advertising space
For all that life
Has to shed and pour out
If it kicks me
Kisses me
Shakes me all about
I am happy to feel
Every single bruise
Every emotion cut to the very core
If a life happened
To fall upon me
When unexpected
Then the least I can do
Is it let it take from me
All it wants to explore...
A faerie queen drifted out of her dream,
To catch a star and ride a moonbeam.
The scented flowers in her hair,
Is the perfect crown that a queen should wear.
Once upon a time, she greeted the day,
And found a mouse who wanted to play;
She touched the mouse and he became,
A most glorious king without a name.
The star on the rod that was held in her hand,
Was to rule all subjects who dwelt in the land
Together they planned a monarchy,
So all in the land would be happy and free.
The kingdom that formed dwelt in the air,
With goodness and love, the subjects there.
All that took place was blessed and right,
For the subjects of the kingdom lived in light.
All who lived there were filled with laughter,
And happy to live in the glorious hereafter.
All who dwelt there came to the conclusion,
That joy can be found in a mystic illusion.
For Leighann's Anderson's Land of Fairys contest
Tap, Tap, Tap
Tiny scruffy shoes
Awaiting small waiflike feet.
Pining to explore.
Tattered from walking,
Adoring the exploring.
Providing comfort.
Two lonely black shoes
Amusing both days and nights.
Praying for delight.
Tiny shoes now rest.
Anticipating new dreams.
Pretending to sleep.
Tomorrow she comes.
And slips tiny feet inside.
Proudly perked-up souls –
Two happy black shoes
Anxiously begin the day.
Playfully happy –
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 17, 2010
I'm thankful for my mom and dad,
And the happy childhood that I had.
We didn't have so many toys
But there were lots of other joys.
Dad was a farmer planting seeds,
To provide us with our daily needs.
Mom planted too, the seeds of love,
Germinating from up above.
She taught us how to love each other
And have respect for one another.
We've kept those feelings still today,
Though childhood days are far away.
We went to church and Sunday School
Where we were taught the Golden Rule.
So many times our mama cried,
If we were bad or if we lied.
She didn't teach without regard
That growing up is truly hard.
We loved her and wanted to be
As gentle and as kind as she.
My brothers never made me cry,
The four of them older than I.
My gentle dad taught them to be
Protectors of my sis and me.
A child who's raised with loving care
Is a happy child beyond compare.
She'll want to share the love she knew
And teach it to her children too.
What comes around will go around
And other happy children found.
And when a better world is had,
It all started with my mom and dad.
Won 2nd place
Around and around like a new red train
The little boy went repeating his name
David, David, David Saul, a new refrain
Sweet as a candle's honey, full of flame
And then as if a bird in sudden flight, he
Rushed to memory and sang aloud again
Boom, boom, boom; boom, boom, I see
Him his repertoire of words making rain.
Again: boom, boom, boom; boom, Johnny
Has a new drum, boom, boom, boom. He
Is happy in the web of speech, the tyranny
Of his tongue subdued to a matter of melody.
He is only two years old, and knows not yet
That drums are played before the cannon
Quakes, candles cuddle moths in flaming death
Nor that his name carry a historic dimension.
All his joy is to sing his name, and race
His heart beating boom, boom, boom, cross
The floor, while salt sweat rinse his face.
He had no gain in life and knew no loss
Mother was the only thing beside his song
That rattled his heart, father was a tree
And to him nothing could break the strong
He desire only mother raised from her knee:
Mother was always bent in prayer, or she
Too sang, longing for dove wings to fly
And he pictured the bird bright in beauty
Climbing a silver strand of light up the sky
But nothing made happy as his own song
David, David, David Saul, or boom, boom
Boom, Johnny has a new drum, a day long
Kite of joy frolicking around the little room.