Nostalgia

When I was a kid. I dreamed about having toys like all other kids
I dreamed of eating what that fat guy at school ate
Of an banana I dreamed of having a bite
Wished the bread I ate was white
I hated the fact that I was obliged to diet
I plate full of meat was in my eyes the most beautiful sight
I ate meet when I was seven And at was a chicked meat
Now I tell my mother. "I'm sick of chicken"
I got a small gear and an old half burned soldier. As my best friends. With a mostly broken car.
Now I drive last model cars. And complain about the air-conditioning
I can for sure remember the first time me and my brothers ate in ceramic plates. We didn't sleep over night from happinesses
Now our plates beautiful. Full of meat. But teastless.
When my brother was a blacksmith. And made me a small car, I felt I was living in a 5 star
I lost it the second day and still miss it. now I tell my brother shut up, what rights you have on me im no longer a kid
We used to sleep one above the other And still happy. Now each have a room. And unhappy because my room don't have a TV
When my dad worked for a full weak to buyus a 12 inch TV. So we could watch sandy bell. Was a day to remember
Now a 45 inch LCD seems small for our eyes
In the snow days. My mom knitted for us glovs so we'd play with it. Now we sleep the whole day till snow stops. Because we think cold sucks
The smell of the bread that sis made for us still in my nose
We ate it happyly sitting by the rose
It sucked. But now I miss it.
I miss when there was no electricity. And dad would tell us story's for weeks
Now I watch Hollywood's best movies. While dad watching news in his own.
Back then love was what kept us alive
Now it's love of self what's keeping us apart.
Is it stupid that I miss and cry for the days that made me cry my whole life?

Reviews

[Bear]

I would reformat this into paragraphs and post it as a story for it already reads that way. It has a great message, and everyone will relate to this in their own way. Being older, it brings things to mind of my youth that would be looked on now as hardship living, but I still cherish and would go back to them if I could in a heart beat. Any time an author can transport its readers, then they have proven their skills and you have done that for me, thank you Ronnie :~)

[Ronnie]

Thank you for the advice :-) I'm happy you liked it. Thank you so much Bear.

[Emily]

Very nice poem!
Keep it up!!