Seven-and-a-half

Childhood memories were

Smiles with a mouthful of missing teeth

And spitting out the seeds from your watermelon. 

The highest place in the world

Was on top of daddy's shoulders

And if you closed your eyes tight enough

You weren't just standing on 

The old brown steps. 

New teeth fill the gaps in your smile

And you learn to swallow your watermelon seeds. 

Daddy's too busy filling the room

With the sounds of his anger to lift you, 

So you sit down on the steps

And close your eyes. 

You can't see your special place anymore, 

You're just sitting on the brown steps. 

Every now and then you look in the mirror

And imagine that you're missing

your two front teeth again. 

Sometimes when you eat your watermelon, 

You spit your seeds back out into a napkin. 

The steps are painted blue, 

But you peel away at the paint

To see the brown layer underneath. 

You'd give anything to go back 

To the time when daddy lifted you

High above his head so that

You could reach the clouds. 

Anything to go back to seven-and-a-half. 

Reviews

[Danny]

Childhood is the best part of life. At least for me. No worries, only happines and joy!
Well written! It was pleasure to read.
100/100