Grown Old but Not Grown Up!

Poem I wrote a few years ago, after watching my little sister play.

 

I miss the weeks

where days would pass by

With no hint of which was next,

And when it rained cats and dogs,

It led to new pets.

 

I miss the days

where ABCs and 123s were

as hard as is it ever got.

Where mum and dad smiled

and money scarcely grew on trees.

 

I miss the times

where climbing branches

 made me into “Queen of the Tree”

Where each step felt like it could

be the start of an everlasting march.

 

I miss the hours

spent under the duvet with a torch,

pretending and dreaming of the great outdoors

and mountains and so much more.

 

I miss the seconds

where worry was nothing

and stress did not exist in my world;

Back in the days of being a 5 year old girl.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

As always, please be honest :)

Reviews

[needletail]

Wow! Very good!

[Rita L. Sev]

This is really sweet, a lyrical lament of the days gone by. I found myself missing some of the same simple pleasures as I read your poem. Nice write!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely whimsical piece of longing we have all experienced. Well constructed and flowing with good description.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Delightful read and write. Days still pass by without a hint of which is next. A child of God and at heart I will always be. Thank you for sharing.

[Strawberry]

Thank you for the compliments, Brandon. I hope we all are :)