My Childhood

My Childhood

My Childhood has not ended

My childhood has not gone away, it is still here

My Childhood is simultaneous

With its own set of systems and believes

Weaving in and out of my existence

 

My Childhood is not a memory

It’s still growing

In its own accord

Without the interest of digits on the clock

Interest of a bank account

Still magnetized to that which is bright

Magnetized to the colors of light

And wanting to play in the dark sometime too

Curious and innocent

Stubborn at times

 

She is most happy though

My childhood is most happy

When I re-live her, without re-living her past

 

That is when her joy spills over

And her wonder beaming bright

Where sense of time is replaced

By magic