Wish I Could Still Believe

Wish I could still believe,

in the dreams of childhood -

when everything was fantasy

and Mickey Mouse came to play.

Wish I could believe -

that tomorrow I could fly

or dance among the clouds.

Perhaps take a magic carpet ride

or spin about like a spinning top.

Wish I could still believe,

in the things that made me laugh.

The imaginary friends,

who taught me funny things.

The animals that could talk and sing.

Wish I could still believe,

in a simpler way of life -

when a lollypop was the greatest joy

and a popsicle could make me smile.

Wish I could still believe,

in all those childhood joys -

when Disney was a way of life

and Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck were friends.

Spending rainy days

watching cartoons,

stepping into a fantasy world,

like Alice through the looking glass.

Wish I could still believe,

in all the things I once did.

Cuddling up to sweet dreams,

with a teddy bear,

to protect me in the night.

Perhaps I’ll ask Santa Clause

next Christmas ,

if it’s alright to still believe.

© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee

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manatita44 6 months ago from london

Another one on reminiscenses. Great! Somethings it's really wonderful looking back, like my poem , Sometimes A man remembers ... wonderful work and lovely song.


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ValKaras 6 months ago from Canada

Gypsy Rose Lee - I wish you could believe me that you still are that little girl surrounded by your little cartoon heroes, with multicolored birds stretching a rainbow over your head. I wish you could shake off all layers of adulthood from that little girl and allow her to give a reflection of morning sun in her happy eyes. Oh, how I wish you could but once believe this aging gypsy - but I know you can't recognize him in that little boy running up that rainbow.


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always exploring 6 months ago from Southern Illinois

Ah, that little girl who lived and loved all the joys surrounding her.Beautiful reflections....


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Jodah 6 months ago from Queensland Australia

A delightful poem, Rasma. Yes, of course, you can still believe. I can relate to most of the childhood things you mention and still enjoy many to this day. I just use my grandkids as an excuse for watching cartoons etc :)


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billybuc 6 months ago from Olympia, WA

All I could think of while reading this is I wish I could still believe in the American political system. LOL Of course I loved your poem.


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whonunuwho 6 months ago from United States

Those times we experienced back then will always remain in our hearts. We may share them, hoping that our own small ones gain from the special things just as we did. Well done my friend. whonu


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Ericdierker 6 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Really special thoughts delivered brilliantly. I live with a boy who is there right now and it brings me so much joy.


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shanmarie 6 months ago from Texas

I love this! How many times have I had similar thoughts lately? Children have the best outlook on life. Too bad we can't carry that innocence and joy along as we gain wisdom and experience.


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Michael-Milec 6 months ago

Seeing in your poem a reality circle of life: there is a wish- we wish, therein a faith- we believe, a dreams we dream only to reenter into the unforgettable memories carrying us into endlessness ...


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BlossomSB 6 months ago from Victoria, Australia

What a sweet poem. I think we're all with you on this one - what it is to dream!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 6 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Manatita.

As they say ValKaras wish we could if only for a moment in time....

Thank you Ruby.

Thank you Eric. It is great when you can look at things through the eyes of children.

So true ShanMarie as time goes on that innocence wears off and harsh reality steps in.

So very true Michael. There are times when dreams give me a way of returning to the past.

Thank you Blossom. At least our memories can take us back...

I too enjoy entering the cartoon world now and then Jodah.

Thank you Bill and that is one system that I think can no longer be believed in.

Thank you Whonu.


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shprd74 6 months ago from Bangalore

Beautiful Gypsy, you have triggered me to also write my tribute to childhood. Hope you will like it.

In the bright sunshine,

on the road, near the puddle,

let me play and have fun.

I am never done, with my running,

And with so many games in line,

i complain,

to let me be with my companions, alone.

whenever my mom drags me in,

I know not,

but she knows that.

my body is terribly tired, and needs rest.

Its when she lifts me,

to feed me,

that i knew i was already far asleep.

I would like to be a kid again.

- Hari


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emge 6 months ago from Abu Dhabi

Childhood is wonderful time and this poem is a lovely tribute


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Genna East 5 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

Rasma, you have captured perfectly that lightheartedness of childhood we often lose upon reaching adulthood. Ohhh...to believe. I sometimes look back to that inner child who still resides within, still hoping, still wondering. This is beautiful! :-)


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Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Hari. Enjoyed your poetic memories of childhood as well.

Thank you emge.

Thank you Genna.


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bravewarrior 5 months ago from Central Florida

Rasma, I love the ending. It proves you still believe! Oh, to be a child again...


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Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

The best we can do is keep the child in our hearts Shauna.

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    I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my hubby, Martin and cat Sid.



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