Before Adolescence

A poem that I wrote as an ode to my childhood, it has tinges of longing and is a little sad.

I miss the left-over –

Laments of hope

and a knowingness

of no limits

where one could  assume

even the leopards spots

and wear some wings

for good measure.

 

And I miss my baby sister.

And the stability of parks.

And the fortifications in-

“Barbecued Chicken”

with salt drenched lips,

and being draped in

the warmth of sleep,

among worn down muscles.

 

I miss the safety nets.

And the daydreams left open

for translations into reality

and the steady Hands

which would pick me up

at the slightest hint of my falling.