Childhood - The Ignorant Bliss

To be a child

Is really only to think as they want you to

It's to be as free as you want

To spin as fast as you can

And to fall down with your friends

To be caught by your parents

To be held by them when you cry

To laugh when they tickle you

To cry when they punish you

 

My childhood was full of change

It was full of lost homes

New adventures

And a grand new friend

 

I knew this girl for only a day

And she was my partner in crime

I followed her through the years

And now, as I write this poem

I believe she is here

In my head

Moving my fingers

Inspiring the words in this device.

Reviews

[Collette]

I loved this piece...it is slightly reminiscent of something you would find in Blake's "Songs of Innocence". There is an immense beauty in being young and innocent. Something we cannot comprehend until it is too late to go back. However, your poem closes with the point that most people forget:

I knew this girl for only a day
And she was my partner in crime
I followed her through the years
And now, as I write this poem
I believe she is here
In my head
Moving my fingers
Inspiring the words in this device.

The inner child never dies, we just stuff them away in our memories. I think you've done a fine job channeling yours, and I hope you never tune her out!

[Sasavet]

that girl better be me >:) ahahah just kidding dear. :P

[Sasavet]

ahah this was you????

omg i didn't even notice. well i loved it emm

[Sasavet]

That's lovely :). I love the reminiscence it shows and it portrays not only childhood, but a person involved in your childhood that inspired. you
I love it :D thank you for entering :D