Tagged: childhood
from nothing into
from nothing into
something – boyhood, abounding
with energy – life
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the things you didn’t
the things you didn’t
grow up with will always surprise
you even years from
now – with wonder, still, the snow
falling and sticking, on repeat
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perhaps six out of
perhaps six out of
eight children grow up in the
shadow of a tall
tree, perhaps more – see us twisting
towards our own slivers of self
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we rode down city
we rode down city
streets in dad’s scooter, not old
enough to be scared,
yet confident enough to place
our trust in dad to keep us safe
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even in childhood,
even in childhood,
we never found the bridge that
connected summer
to fall – perhaps someone did
and rightly boarded it up
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in the backyard of
in the backyard of
our childhood, steady evergreens,
watching over us
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perhaps the trees of
perhaps the trees of
our childhood are imprinted
in our memories
in an ageless reflection,
determined, yet fallible
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perhaps time does not
perhaps time does not
only steal away our child-
hood – maybe it is
more sinister, offering
us everything twice-stolen
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maybe sixty-point-
maybe sixty-point-
eight percent of humans have
fond memories of
a tree from their childhood or
adulthood – always looking up
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: fond
back before we knew
back before we knew
how to trade, it was a box
of runts for ten
minutes on the inflatable
float. it is questionable
if we’ve learned
anything, grew out
of our childish ways
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