A Poem About Childhood: Just Reminiscing

A view shared and remembered from Childhood
A view shared and remembered from Childhood

Remembering Childhhood Days Under the Caribbean Sun


Do you remember? John!

The days when we were young

Under the sun, we did our sums

And played until the evening comes


Pebbles jumped over golden pond

The ripples reaching far beyond

We dreamt of places far away

And pledged to see the world some day


Franklyn, shy and quiet son

You and the sea were one

Your passion was the ocean wide

Always up with the morning tide


The moody ocean knew our names

Drew us like a mesmeric Flame

Our playground was the sand and sea

Where the spirit still yearns to be


Industrious birds building nests

Frigates with bright orange breasts

Blackbirds in the Tamarind tree

Singing sweetly, happy and free


Remember when we were a team

And life was always what it seemed

John, Franklyn, Marilyn and Lou

I dedicate this poem to you


Legs like sticks, we danced to steel drum (s)

We laughed at old men drunk on rum

The grass was green; the days were long

Do you remember?... John!


We made the long walk into town

Greeting folks as we strolled along

Food and drink they'd offer to share

Life was simple; we hadn't a care


The times were good, although austere

And there were never much to spare

Bless Mama, she was solid gold

With more love than any heart should hold


Was it a dream? How real it seem

Time moves on, leaving just a gleam

Through windows showing what had been

And a childhood we can not redeem


We were young souls, learning to run

Into a future that had barely begun

Life is the sum of moments gone

Oh.. but do you remember? ...John!!

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tobusiness 8 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Icv, those carefree childhood days remain with us always, more so as we get older. Thank you for stopping by, much appreciated.


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icv 8 months ago from India, Kerala

Good poem. You have mentioned the memories of childhood. I believe that, childhood is the best period of anyone's life even for billionaires...


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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Jamie, Welcome, nice to see you back, start percolating that coffee, you have much to catch up.


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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

WD, the poem can be read in two ways, remembering, or inviting JOHN to strol down memory lane, sorry about your John.


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jhamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

This is so beautyful and expressive and well written, it has been awhile, I have some catching up to do! Jamie


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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Deborah, thankfully, no, my big brother is alive and well, but I may not be after he reads this.


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WD Curry 111 4 years ago from Space Coast

I remember John. He was burned in a propane accident on San Salvador (Watlings Island) in the Bahamas. His grandfather, Elmo Nairn caused the problem with his drinking. He hung on for almost a month before he went to join him.

Or, do you mean John F. Kennedy? It is the same somehow. Who is this John?


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

This is beautiful...did john die? I hope not...beautiful hub....voted way up..debbie

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