Childhood

A poem about the beauty and innocence of childhood.

Childhood

Times of yore and times of old

Times of innocence and times brotherhood

Cleary the world was just fun and games

And to anyone who says it isn’t so

Don’t listen ...

Listen instead to the warmth of your mother’s voice as she hugs you in the morning

And carries you on her back to the television

Such the simple words, “Breakfast is ready”

Spoken so gently and so filled with love.

As was everything

You’ve no idea how you’ll eventually miss it all so

So much so ...

Little moments turning big

Hanging out with your family, siblings, and friends

So unforgettable

School, play, and sleep

Innocence was marked your forehead

And yet ... just remembering it all

Actually brings tears to my eyes

And weighs my heart