Poem: Memories of Childhood Still So Fresh in My Mind

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This Week's Word Prompt-Childhood

This week Brenda gave us the word prompt ‘Childhood’. When I saw the word, I remembered my childhood which I feel is the best phase in my life. Some of the experiences of childhood are common for all children mostly. Like, for every child this is a phase of learning. Everything is new and they ask a lot of questions. They are happy for no reason and giggle often which is so endearing. They are in a hurry to grow up and learn things fast. They love their friends as much as their parents and sibling. They are very imaginative and like to play. They love their grandparents and their stories.

Childhood memories are important as they frame children’s character as they grow up. Which is the reason why we must ensure that children have good childhood experiences. Research shows that children who grow up in a positive, nurturing, caring atmosphere are healthier, happier and more successful.

Memory is the diary we all carry about with us

— Oscar Wilde

Poem Summary

Memories of Childhood is a poem about memories of her childhood days that come flooding to her mind. She feels nostalgic of those days when she was so free, not bogged down by worldly responsibilities. She wants to go back and recreate those days. Days filled with laughter and play. The scorching sun or heavy rains did not matter. Everything was like magic. Her most precious memories are of vacations spent with Grandma, who would feed the children with delicious cookies and tell interesting stories. She loved the days that were spent playing with friends and evenings by the fireplace listening to stories or singing. She remembers those times vividly and feels they were the best days of her life.

Poem

Memories of childhood

Are still fresh in my mind.

I wish I could go back

And be a child again.

Away from this life so full of gloom

Go back in time and be a child again

And enjoy Grandma’s tales

Of angels and ogres.

How can I forget those days

When nights were short

And days were long and

There was magic everywhere.

Those days spent Building castles in the sand

And sailing paper boats when it rained

Running in the fields trying to catch butterflies,

Memorable, beautiful days where did they go.

Great days were they

Those days of childhood.

Without a worry in the world

Feeling free as a bird.

Lying on flower beds

Singing songs of love

Enjoying the sun

Shining in all his glory.

I cannot forget ever

Those days of childhood

Playing hide and seek

And fighting over dolls.

Flying kites on rooftops

And falling from swings

With never ending frolic

And fun so innocent so pure.

Little joys and those little sorrows

Life was made of Dreams

No worldly worries and concerns

To mar the beautiful scene.

Memories flood my mind

Of those beautiful childhood days

I wish I could go back

And be a child again.

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