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I remember my childhood
I remember my childhood Whenever I am in the mood I remember my childhood With the bad and the good I remember my childhood With the variety of available junk food Funny, the old want to be young While kids endeavour to be old and strong Girls wanted to grow up fast as women Boys wanted to grow up fast as men Before they could walk right or learn Those were good times With very little crime We had fun with little a dime How is that for a rhyme? Mum would call us for biscuits and cakes While we played games and learnt from mistakes We all went anxiously to school To see what best pranks any of us could pull I remember my childhood I was always polite and not rude I remember my childhood If I could then you should We as kids all had dreams Which we shared as a team We all loved to rock but hated homework I mean what was the point of so much paperwork And what is really bizarre Is that I was always after The bedtime stories from Mama and Papa I also enjoyed the view of the nightly stars from afar Same way I loved presents at Christmas and Easter Mama always used to say A gift no matter how little will lift anyone’s spirit any day I remember my childhood And the adventures in the woods I remember my childhood With all the includes and excludes I remember my childhood And till today there are still things I've never understood Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi |
Saturday, July 7, 2012
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Beautiful poem and picture!!
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Aledia @ Plum Perfect
Oh what a pretty, pretty coullage pic. (Spelling of coullage????)
ReplyDeleteMmmmm, what's going on in your life, my Dear? I know, none of us think that what goes on in our lives, is exciting or blog worthy.
But!!!!!!!
Sharing little stuff in our life, is like chatting over the back fence, with a neighbor. Except this neighbor is one, in "Pretty Blog Land." And reading each other's blog entries, is like that friendly chat.
Daily happenings don't have to *wildly exciting* to be enjoyed, by our Blog Friends. After all, we are all living pretty simple lives. At least, we HOPE we are! Who wants to live a hell's-a-poppin' life???? NOT I. :-)
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"Long ago--say thirty-five years ago--a little girl used to wake on Sunday morning feeling that a whole life of happiness lay before her in the day."
~~From an excerpt from "Three Houses," Angela Thirkell's 1931 memoir
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Love your poem and pink. sandie
ReplyDeleteElaine, I just found your blog and wanted to say hello. The poem causes me to remember my childhood and all the good and memories of growing up in a loving family. Thanks for sharing the poem and pretty picture.
ReplyDeleteCome by my blog sometime to visit. --------- Shannon
A lovely poem and beautiful vintage photo! HPS!
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