Childhood

Memories lay entombed
In the hearth at Gran’s home
Warm on Misty morns
Feeding slivers to the fire thorns
Watching the embers as flatbreads bake
Uncovering eggs buried in hot ash
Time passed without a care
Nothing made me pull my hair.

Games only children played
Imaginary monsters slayed
Gooseberry, on laden branch
Sweet water in mouths parched
Ripe Tamarind peep from pods
Calling out to mini lords
Savoring tastes, now rare to find.

Cousins and friends
Fashions and Trends
An abundance of time
Energy, never did subside
Doing things we enjoy
Going with the flow and joy
There were no Greys.

Being a child,
Oh how I miss it!

P.S.  I wrote this for a poetry challenge with a Prompt using the phrase “Oh, How I miss it!”

March 25, 2009
Categories: India, Life, Poetry, memories . . Author: mysoul

3 Comments

  1. Comment by MM on March 29, 2009 2:14 pm

    wow…such a deep poem…

    Mysoul says – Glad you enjoyed it.. and thank you for letting me know you did.

  2. Comment by enreal on May 15, 2009 5:45 pm

    This was great… I felt the memories alive in this piece. Thank you for sharing

  3. Comment by neilina on June 10, 2009 10:53 am

    Oh! I so miss my childhood days. The words just resonated with my memories. :)


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