Looking back, I see life unfolds
I know I can never go back to when
I only think of playing
and running around
under the rain.
Gathering around at our
grandparent's house
and talk about silly
and hugging each other
when we talk about horror stories.
Climbing trees,
hide and seek,
playing games
Exploring with no judgements.
Gone were the days......
Gone were the days when our only worries
are good food, playing, and scratches.
About the Creator
Paula R
Hi! I am delighted in the art of storytelling, I dreamed of bringing imaginations to life through my writing, turning childhood dreams into captivating tales and be amazed by the wonders of the world, world trivia, or mysteries.
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Comments (2)
True. Beautiful poem.
I appreciate your writing.