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Missing Bit of a Life - Poem About Childhood Memories

“When you finally travel back to your old house, you will find it wasn’t the home you missed, but your childhood.” - S. Ewing

It’s been a while

Since I felt the warmth on my cold body

Like I used to feel in my mother’s womb

It’s been a long time

Since my empty heart was filled with joy

Like it was filled seeing beautiful corals of deep seas

It seems an ages

Since I giggled like a child

As I used to do

Seeing bubbles and butterflies

The age

Where I don’t have to find a reason to smile

I miss walking barefoot on dewy grass

And to listen the clear bird songs

It’s been a while

Since I’ve been hold with pure love

Like I was held when my mother wrapped me in

I miss the touch of love

In the barrenness of life

I miss making sand castle at the beach

With messy hairs

And sand all over my fragile body

It’s been a long time

Since I picked the empty shells

And listened to the sound of sea

I miss painting with my fingers

Painting with no meanings and aim

But to enjoy the colours and smell

It’s been a while

Since I jumped in the puddles

With no boots on

I miss dancing in rain

As I am the soul of fairy land

I miss restarting the game when I’m about to lose

And to hide behind doors or beds to scare people

I miss my land of memories

I miss the days were I‘ve nothing to hide,

To fight,

And To pray

The days where I have a lot to love

But nothing to loose

This world is making me lifeless

Deeper down

Oh, I miss my land of memories

Where I can fix my fun

In my own way

Where I can be me

Free, loud and fierce

- Srushti Gamit

© 2021 Srushti Gamit


Srushti Gamit (author) on June 10, 2021:

Thank you John for reading the poem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

I wish we could bring the beautiful smell of our childhood again, and live carefree. Looking the world with child’s eye is really beautiful.

God bless you.

Srushti Gamit (author) on June 10, 2021:

Thank you so much dear Misbah. I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed the poem.

Being a child we really don’t care about weight, clothes or hair like we do now growing up. Childhood is symbol of simplicity and innocence.

God bless you

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on June 10, 2021:

Most of us miss the innocence and and carefree times of our childhood, Srushti. I know I do. Your poem evokes all those delightful memories. Well done.

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on June 10, 2021:

Beautiful piece of writing, Srushti. Well scribbled. I enjoyed reading it.

"Where I can be me

Free, loud and fierce" I think, at some stages of life, yes, we all need that

Many Blessings and Love

Srushti Gamit (author) on June 10, 2021:

Thank you so much Ms. Dora for reading my poem and for the encouraging comment.

God bless you

Dora Weithers on June 10, 2021:

Your longing comes through loud and clear. You speak for many of us. Thanks.

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