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I remember a place
a place of being a child
where being a child was a fun
as eating pizza and playing arcade games.
This was a well know place
every child knew it's name.
For the moment you walked
through the revolving doors
bright lights displayed every game.
There were slide with twists and turns
even a ball pit and the best part was
the childhood memories of all of this.
Beneath the amber autumn light,
Where plastic masks were thin and cold,
We wandered in the gathering night,
Back when the neighborhood felt old.
The pillowcases sagged with sweets,
The jack-o'-lanterns burned with lime,
And through the dim, familiar streets,
We walked along the edge of time.
A boombox hummed a shadowy tune,
The VHS was taped and slow,
Under a low, pale October moon—
Forty autumns long ago.
We didn't see the silent thread
That pulled our childhood to the grave,
Or know the voices of the dead
Were echoes of the love we gave.
Now streetlamps flicker, quiet, lone,
The porch light’s gone, the dark is deep;
The ghosts we dressed as turned to bone,
And only memories refuse to sleep.
So nice and sweet to remember
Playing with my younger brother
With mom’s constant reminder
To be a good sibling and sister-
As his older sister, she said
Learn to give way, instead
If his mood turns flaring red
Wait patiently, don’t go to bed.
Hug him and speak softly
Share and show fairness lovingly
Use magic words, act humbly
He’ll definitely follow, learns slowly.
Mom’s teachings were effective
No rivalry, rapport was highly achieved
Siblings’ closeness bloomed, heaved
But he passed away so early, I grieved.
If I disobeyed and remained stubborn
He didn’t enjoy life with me…so forlorn
No strong bonds, fun, travels and so on
No joyful memories with loved ones.
My childhood memories as I recollect
I asked for bicycle as Christmas present.
Dad said ‘Fine! Just to put a clause.
Not me. It will be gifted by Santa Claus.’
Rejoiced to see the bicycle on Christmas day.
Door ball rang, someone produced the bill to pay .
I rushed to Dad ‘Santa in guise has come to claim money.’
Dad told ‘He has sent me message, my honey!
I am paying just at present.
He is sure to make me repayment.’
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ hoard of treasure ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ against the door,
Full of ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ lifetime's garnered store -
¦¦¦ pleasures crowned with ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ zest,
¦¦¦ sorrow ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ penance blest,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ remembrance ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ of yore
¦¦¦¦¦ like a new evangel, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ halting ¦¦¦¦ toward the best.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ barren after years
¦¦¦ bring ¦¦¦ joy or sorrow, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ knowing not, who cares? ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ we ¦¦¦¦¦ find ¦¦¦ pleasures and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ remembered childhood ¦¦¦¦ thro' tears,
The best ¦¦¦ Heaven and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Hell.
(Blackout of Sonnet III by William Shakespeare)
You dig then you dug you dug then you dig
trying to find the secrets I have hid
Deep in to my body and into my soul
you keep on digging but you leave no hole
you keep on digging trying to find
a gap in my shield I have left behind
Why are you digging what are you looking for
what are you hoping to find behind my locked door
Are there bad memories that your hoping to find
is that why you keep digging in the recesses of my mind
you can keep on digging but I wont let you find
the hurt and the pain I want left behind
Forevermore: is there such a place
does it perhaps exist on a star,
or, lost in clouds of lavender lace,
a secret saved inside a glass jar,
memories from a time very far
Forever more is in childhood’s tales
There it flies on a butterfly’s wings
It’s never found amid windy gales
but always found in castles of kings
And is in the notes a mermaid sings
Forevermore is the promise made
when love lifts those to walk on clouds
and dance midst colors of silver shade
Where only loveliness is allowed
and happiness is ever endowed.
I will find you in forevermore
We’ll wander through lilac-edged skies
On a bird’s wing, we’ll fly high before
sending whispers in crimson disguise
to golden rays in morning’s sunrise.
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Tall oak trees played a special role in childhood joy for me.
The swings suspended from their limbs were sources of great fun.
My parents wouldn’t let me go too high, yet I felt free—
just like a soaring little swallow basking in the sun.
snow loudly crunched
on my bittersweet walk
through yesteryear made memories
of my brother and me
in snowball wars
The Granite State still sharp and tall,
beyond our old, fractured stone wall.
The maple leaves we used to chase,
have now left an empty, quiet space.
The winter froze the lonely lake,
with memories I cannot break.
We laced our skates in freezing air,
but no one else is waiting there.
The April sun now thaws the woods,
of changing, distant neighborhoods.
The muddy boots and melting snow,
are ghosts of things from long ago.
Lost days of....
jumping in puddles,
making gourmet pies,
drinking water from the garden hose.
we rode our bikes everywhere
dairy treat knew us by our first names
streetlights were our curfew,
on weekends we explored-
no technology needed.
we were carefree to live
eating grandma's homemade cookies still hot,
sunbathing on towels in the backyard,
playing at the beach at cedar point.
we lived on Cherry Kool-Aid and adrenaline
home cooked meals at friend's houses-
where your parents were my parents.
these may be lost days,
but memories keep childhood spirits alive
Warmest childhood memories of
my favourite aunt's country kitchen
with her homemade sourdough bread
and fresh clover honey gathered
from her very own bee hives
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cardboard cathedral, fortress of dust~
you held a kingdom where spoons became swords.
you turned nothing into everything:
a dollhouse, a toy soldier’s battlefield.
beneath beds, you gathered ghosts and were
keeper of marbles that were small planets
and feathers with memories of wishes.
you were proof- childhood fits in a 13x8 shoebox.
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creased with childhood smile
paper boat on old pavement
memories ripple
It lay cool against my wrist,
a gold chain with tiny stories.
Each charm was a miniature world
of special moments~
a birthday,
a summer,
a secret wish.
When I moved, they chimed softly,
a music only I could hear,
reminding me that even small things
can hold whole chapters of a life.
The little heart clicked softly
when I moved,
as if remembering
something for me.
I’d lift the bracelet to the light,
watching memories glint and sway~
small keepsakes of a girl
who believed
magic could be worn.
an accompanying memoir vignette can be read at: poetrysoup.com/short_stories/simply_charming_13718