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
 It’s getting dark run along now
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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