The simplicity of those long forgotten years!
Have I told you that I
am a notebook junkie? I love buying pretty little notepads and fancy diaries. Well
look what I unearthed from one of my notebooks. A poem I wrote about 10 years
ago. Interestingly enough, then I was reminiscing about my childhood. Now that
its ten years old maybe I should write something about those not so adult years of my
life, my twenties. Anyway back to today’s business this is a poem about the
stuff I did growing up. I am not so sure if I still think those were the simple
lovely wonderful years that I make them out to be in the poem, but they were fun
and make me the person I am today. In a way I guess. How many of you played with mud (real mud),
cooked, baked and entertained visitor in make do homes serving mud cakes etc. Did
you make your own dolls from rags and cars from soft wire? I wonder sometimes
if my son will have as much fun as I did while growing up. I remember climbing
trees (and yes I am and was a girl back then), pushing old tyres and making the
sounds an engine makes because we were driving cars and buses. Hope you enjoy the poem. Tell me about your childhood years would love to hear about your adventures
The simplicity of those
long forgotten years
Mansions built at the
twinkle of the eye
Children born from
rags and sticks
Delicious meals from
mud and water
Sunshine, rain, winter
cold, all in one day
I am a doctor, a
nurse, a teacher and tomorrow the bus driver
Today I am the father
anybody want to be my wife?
We’re flying to
Johannesburg, I will be the pilot
Dreams conceived and fulfilled,
all in one day
Mother’s voice cuts
the journey short
My sleep a peaceful journey
to serenity
That soaks the
tiredness of the day away
Dreams of adulthood
bliss and fanfare fill my sleep
Hurried along to
welcome a new day
New Homes and families
to be born,
More days and nights
within the day
Enticing misleading
years
Filled with dreams of
a future
Bright and sweet as
candy
The journey to fulfilment
automatic
Travelled with the
ease of inhaling and exhaling
Success and
achievement at the click of a finger
Climax and bloom an
overnight agenda
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