CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Remember the days where all day you’d play,
Some of us wish that’s where we could stay.
To imagine a thing that you could do,
Then find the things to follow through.
The little things that could bring such joy,
To each and every girl and boy.
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A day in the garden was always fun,
To jump, to play and to run.
It didn’t matter if there was sun,
There were things to do – more than one.
Picking the flowers, go on the swing,
Jump in the puddles the rain did bring.
Kick the ball, Climb the tree,
So much to do for you and for me.
A day at the beach meant lots of sand,
We’d build a castle and make it grand.
To play with the water, jump over the wave,
To finish the day with the ice-cream we crave.
To ride your bike through the park,
Just make sure your home by dark.
Play in the leaves that fall from the trees,
Play tag or football what ever you please.
To catch the bubbles that float through the air,
To play all day without a care.
As time goes by and we grow up,
The pressures come without letup.
It’s hard to keep that simple joy,
We had as a young girl or boy.
In time you may have a child of your own,
And as they grow these things they are shown.
It brings to mind the simple things,
And back to us that joy it brings.
Poem by Sourcherry
Photographs from Pixabay and Unsplash
Your level lowered and you are now a Red Fish!
lindo poema donde refleja la pureza de la niñez y como a medida que vamos creciendo nos agobia la vida el trajinar hay que mantener el niño interno para siempre mantener esa pureza de la niñez.
Gracias. Me alegra que te haya gustado el poema. Creo que necesitamos pasar más tiempo dejando que nuestro niño interno juegue. Esto nos haría más felices.
Congratulations @sourcherry!
You raised your level and are now a Minnow!
This poem made me feel like crying, it is so true!!! "As time goes by and we grow up, The pressures come without letup." The life of a child is so much simpler, oh those were the days.
Yes- it's true much simpler then. However we can spend lots of time recalling, and creating new joy with our children and other relatives.
Yes, so true😊
This poem brought back a lot of memories and a flood of emotions rushed through me.The one thing i would want from my childhood is that feeling of joy even when the world was crumbling around me.If we all had that,depression would be non-existent.
You are right. It's amazing how children have that ability to keep happy no matter what goes on around them. It is sad that we lose this as we become adults. It would be so great to keep that ability.
A friend once told me one the tricks of maintaining the joy is focusing on the little things that matter most in our lives,thing we mostly take for granted.Way back when i was a little kid i would come home after school and the first thing i did was tell my mum everything that i did the whole day and that built a bond between us.As i grew older and got to my teens being close to your parents became "uncool" and that's when we started becoming distant which always left me with this feeling of she never understood me which in turn made me angry and i started acting out which made her angry and always over exaggerating on any little mistakes i did.When i got to college, i started thinking about the impact my actions had on her and that made me aspire to change. Every time she'd call me i'd ensure i asked her about her day,i'd tell her about mine and what i was up to.Once in a while i'd send her a text message telling her how much she inspired me to work hard other times how much of an awesome mum she is. Every time time i was reporting back to school after a long break i'd leave her a thank you card below her pillow with a heartwarming message inside.These little things i did always lighted up her mood and i could even feel it in her voice when we spoke.Now we talk about everything and i no longer feel like we're distant anymore and when i got dull days i talk to her and she gives me hope.If i didn't have that bond i have with her i'd be in a depressed state 24/7 and suicidal thoughts would be a daily thing.