Childhood
it seems so far away
when we use to play
without care at all
just the playground and the ball.
i think about the time
when playing was always on my mind
in what ever form
it was a good norm.
we played in the sun all day long
and a look from my mother seem to say its all wrong
my son is so tanned
seems like he was playing on the beach sand.
to all you folks
before you start your jokes
i stayed in an arid land
with no beach just plain sand.
once we decided to climb a tree
and guess who we met there uncle and aunty bee
so after being stung
we simply climbed the guava tree and hung.
during the summer months when it turned very hot
my cousin and i thought
to cool off lets jump in the tank
and good lord we did not realize that my grand father could spank.
as we grew older
we simply became bolder
to create a pool in the house
we plugged the drain with the help of a tool.
after few days i was simply running around
screaming and shouting and making so much sound
apparently after a few days my pool started to leak
and a few drops fell on my grandmothers cheek.
so we joined the activities in church
they also send someone searching
once we decided to eat un blessed host
and the parish priest appeared like a ghost
so we took off before we became toast.
the bishop spoke the homily for so long
that it sounded like a misfired gong
soon i was asleep on the alter
but woke up when the bishop said we should not listen to the devil and falter.
then came senior school
for all those people who tried to make us fools
we ate each other lunch box before the lunch break
and ate parathas like a piece of cake.
the first class of the day
i simply could not find my way
to sleep i fell
the teacher woke me up after the bell.
we got punished a lot
not because we got caught
but because they rat us out
and left us in doubt.
Oh! revenge we decided to take
tied behind a friend a paper snake
shot a spit ball in someone's nose
and ended the school year in a spectacular pose.
i miss those days a lot
so many things to me it taught
enjoy everyday while you can
before life takes it away and puts it in a can.
<Deleted User> (18118)
Mon 5th Mar 2018 19:35
I love poems about childhood, I write about it myself.
It's that innocence and hope and acceptance of life.
Enjoyed this one.
Hannah