Memories of Childhood

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become Older!!

Childhood, what a time that was,

Everything done earned a gift of applause.

Choosing the colour of sketch pen was a tough task,

Questions on every little thing we used to ask.

Occupying the window seat in van was called obsession,

Wearing our favourite frock was the only fashion.

Getting a toffee as a birthday treat from a friend made our day,

Thank you on every favour, we were made to say.

Being the first one to finish copying from the blackboard was the ultimate moment of pride,

That curiosity of going to a marriage and watching the bride.

Hiding answers from a bench partner during test was not called selfishness,

Expressing our love for mom by the caress.

Finishing the torture of homework to get extra time to play,

Sitting together making models with the colourful clay.

How we loved sleeping late and having some extra tv time,

Made to read poems that perfectly did rhyme.

We didn't need facebook or a phone to keep in touch,

Lived a carefree life, about problems didn't have to think much.

That time Dad was the only hero and Mom the only best friend,

Rightly said, everyone dies twice, once when their Childhood ends!

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Anahat. This really touched my heart. I love how you reminisce through the things in life that matter most. I could feel your appreciation for a wonderful childhood, and I envy you that. Just a beautifully simplistic write that tells it like it was. A delight to read this wonderfully penned poem, alf

[Anahat]

Thank you alf for such a wonderful review...
Really glad that you loved it..
Thank you for reading :)

-Anahat :)

[alf]

I shall be back for more!!!

[Bianca]

Perfect! This poem provokes nolstagia for me, and will most do the same for older readers, I suppose...

[Anahat]

Hope so! Thank you :)

[Avinash]

As you said "If you carry your childhood with you, you never become Older!! ". I would like to follow that all through my life.

[Anahat]

M glad you will! Thank you :)

[Mayank]

very sweet poem, reminisce of the childhood....

[Anahat]

Thank you :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Days of childhood are the best days of life, and we always crave for that innocence, a nicely penned work here

[Anahat]

Thanks a ton! :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

Pure sweetness, recalling my own good days in youth, seeing and feeling the universality of childhood togetherness. Thank you Anahat!

Regards,

Al

[Anahat]

Thank you so much :)

[anne]

lovely..childhood is the precious moment of one's life..lovely piece my dear...:))

[Anahat]

Thank you Anne! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"Lived a carefree life, about problems didn't have to think much.
That time Dad was the only hero and Mom the only best friend,
Rightly said, everyone dies twice, once when their Childhood ends!"
The days of youth. Carefree days of childhood dreams. When forgotten. We become old. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Anahat]

Thank you so much! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Dayran]

A lovely poem of reminiscence. Thanks for the memories.

[Anahat]

Glad you liked it! Thank you :)

[Jerald Infant Jeyarethi..]

Lost in my time
With this rhyme
it does chime
which make me tell this is a dime

[Anahat]

whats dime? N thank you as I can see you can connect to it :)

[Jerald Infant Jeyarethinam]

Dime originally means tenth of a dollar... A coin... But in informal way you could use it to refer something attractive

[marcus]

this sent me to a time i don't want to come back from...i wish i could live all that again still ... memories remain.. thank you Anahat ..