Childhood
Intoxicated
By the freedom
Of it all
When sunset came
Laughter
Games
Love blooming
Newness emerging
A carefree freedom
That cannot be escaped
What it once was
Echoes of laughter
Singing in my head
The warmth of the sun
Transforming us
Into who we became
Comments
AUTHORThank you Rasma you lovely lady. :)
Life is certainly intoxicating. Childhood memories are always precious. Thanks for the memories.
- AUTHOR
Thank you Btrbell for your lovely words. :)
Thank you Frank for stopping by and your kind comment. :)
Thank you Jim, aren't they great? :)
Thank you Sky for stopping by and your kind words. I will read yours too. :)
Thank you Ruby for your lovely words. :)
Thank you FullofLoveSites I wish too. :)
Thank you Blossom for your lovely words and for reading. :)
Lovely to relive the freedom of childhood. Love your poem.
I wish I were a child all over again... lovely hub :)
Childhood, memories that continue to spill over in our adult life. You penned the feeling/excitement so well...Thank you..
Love intoxicated by the freedom.........as it sets up the entire poem........amazing how the ways that we are similar as humans, dwarfs those ways, that we try to be different. I also wrote my Childhood.......Thoughtful here Caroline.
Childhood--oh, the memories!
Thank you, Caroline.
love the poem Caroline.. and those childhood memories do fulfill our adulthood ...:)
Beautiful poem and sentiments! Thank you!
- AUTHOR
Hi Perspy, thank you for your kind comment. I don't think I'll ever stop being here! :)
Not many of us online on Sundays, especially Sunday nights. This was a fine Hub that probably would have had more readers, if published on a weekday. I'm glad to see you are still "one of us" here!
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