Childhood

Another personal piece also in my portfolio... Concerning memory and its effect on the then and now

You had your coat on when you woke me,

It smelt musty, old, or maybe wet.

Your weight gently dipped the bed,

So rolling out of it was the only option.

My eyes not accustomed to the light,

Well they didn’t need to be, the sun wasn’t up.

 

We were going fishing with your friend,

I was jittery with excitement.

Nervous as Christmas,

But snug as a bug with my hood,

I was going to be a grown up.

 

Your friend was driving us there,

A fishing lake full of my first catches,

I ate the Nesquick on the way, Crunches, waking me up.

Crunches marked the time,

A million crunches in and I was still excited.

 

My first fish was slimy in my hands,

It smelt wet, weak, newborn almost.

You took it over to the bucket in your strong hands,

And you smacked it, hard and fast.

The club connecting,

A thick Crack

Echoing in my memory.

 

I didn’t notice the violence when I was young.

 

Reviews

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Isn't it funny the memories we have from childhood. This seems like a happy one. Such simple outings were such adventures when were young. It is also interesting the changes it takes on as we grow older. I'm sure it will turn again in ten years. I guess its the whole older and wiser thing. Good write.