WHEN I WAS A CHILD
A Poem by Craig Froman
 Thoughts that came to me after the Fort Hood shootings longing for peace 
When I was a child,
it’s strange,
I know,
but no one ever died,
and the world
was yellow…
All the families
were happy…
and each sunrise
brought bright
enchantments…
Oh… I argued every
now and then
with my friends
but in minutes
it was all forgotten
and we were back
saving the world again
together…
I didn’t hear
all the yelling
in my neighbor’s house
when darkness fell…
I didn’t know
that my friend’s father
shot his mother
than killed himself…
I didn’t realize
all the pain
I would feel
as day turned
to night
and my tattered
memories turned
deep gray…
Maybe I was blind
when I was a child…
Maybe I was a fool
to see only
happy faces
feel only
the warmth
of friendship
in the world
around me.
Or perhaps
maybe I
saw things
I simply can
no longer see…
Maybe each
new sunrise
really is enchanted
and somehow
we all need
to come back
across ten
thousand
scarlet skies…
Maybe there can
be a world
filled with peace…
I want to believe it…
When I was a child
it’s strange
I know…
No one ever died…
© 2009 Craig Froman
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It is true what they say that ignorance is bliss... amazing what you realize when your innocence is first tainted by the world... things you see now from when you were young... that is why a kids can have an endless imagination because their is no pain of failure holding them back... great poem... very nostalgic.
Posted 4 Months Ago
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wow lovely cute poem, when we were a child world seemed different with less troubles to detangle, there was beauty even in innocence, and the truth that prevailed, childhood days are the happiest!
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What a beautifully written poem.It captured the innocence, the mind set, and the overall appeal of a child. It was long but I never wanted to stop because it was so relatable and believeable. Fantastic
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
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Wow. This really revived many memories in me. It's true. Ignorance is sometimes bliss. That's why children are so pure and precious. Totally bathed in innocence until the first evil taints it for eternity. I miss those days when the biggest drama was when that mean boy stole your crayon or your friend got a bigger cookiethan you did. And when skinned knees healer easier than broken hearts now. Most of all, the boundless imaginations that children take for granted. I think writers are something different, being able to retain that imagintion, though within limits, while others cast it away.
Oops. I really ranted. Haha. Amazing. I think we all can connect to this in one way or other. Very nice work!
Posted 3 Months Ago
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i love this poem. it presents the innocence of a child not yet corrupted by society and the partially imaginary world that we all once believed in. i absolutely adore the view you presented throughout this poem and how it was written after the Fort Hood shootings. i really can relate to the ending- the idea of returning to that same innocence and gaining a peaceful state of mind as well as a peaceful society. i also find truth in the comparison between a child's perspective and "blindness". amazing write.
Posted 3 Months Ago
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The ending is so true for our children today. They have no clue what a messed up world this can be. I hope and pray for change so my 6 year old son doesn't have to see to much destruction like we do today. Kids start pure like you and I did but then soociety can jade them robbing them of their ideal world. I enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing.
Posted 3 Months Ago
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When we are children everything seems different, but when you experience the best experiences that affect us, we become adults ... although, with so few years we have .. it's sad ... the line full of sadness and melancholy .. Great job!!!!!
Jola
Posted 3 Months Ago
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its quite sad but its true. when you are a child nothing ever changes or goes away and everything is beautiful!
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I love this one, so simple so powerful , I will add a pray for safe place , yes when we were child we didnt know all , maybe , just maybe that was the right way , for us ... thank you Yossi
Posted 3 Months Ago
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This is simply magic. I wish I had the emotion yov had when yov were a child. When I was a child I knew that everyone died.
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Maybe it's nature's way of protecting the young, but I think our lack of understanding protects us from much of the ugliness when we're small. I just wish we could remain so impervious. Nice work, Craig.
Posted 4 Months Ago
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Added on November 7, 2009
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Craig FromanSmall town/Big dreams, AR
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