Children of the Memory

Laughing and giggling with little voices

Hearing a little nursery song from the past

Careless voices of children

Only you can hear them

 

Listen with close ears

Watching out the window

Remembering the good old days

Lost in deep memories

 

Running wild in the grass

Bare feet touching the crunching leaves in autumn

Falling down into the snowy white of winter

Splashing into the deep cool pools in summer

 

Without a care or worry in the world

Innocent that is wrapped in purity

A gift given to the children

Their golden years of life

 

Unaware of the troubles of life

Laughing at silly jokes

Laughing at the adults work

Not understanding it yet

 

Believe in anything and everything

Beginning the journies of life

Starting to learn the magic of this world

Such good memories

 

Soon all that will fade

Time passes by so quickly

And what do you have left?

Children of the Memory

Author's Note

For "A Title a Week Group"

Reviews

[Hayley]

Ah memories. We carry them and remember them everywhere. They shape us.
Very good write

[GlamGirl]

Aww, very cute! This sums up the bliss of childhood. Some of us weren't that lucky though.

[Lily Mae]

I think you've described this portion of life very well. It is a great read.. and so true.. Lets just hope the memories are good ones :) x