Childhood...
A
simpler time
When
mandates were as yet unknown,
Responsibilities
unlearned.
As
children we were all more prone
To
bask in rays of fantasy,
Creating
worlds our very own,
Using
blind imagination
As a
stepping stone.
Images
abound aplenty
In a
child's quick mind,
Flashcards
stored in memory,
No
victim of surprise.
Not
unlike the after image
Of a
smiling face
That
lingers even after
You've
already closed you eyes.
Childhood...
Filled with memories,
Remembrances
to keep,
Tiny
fragments of our past
To
carry in our sleep.
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