Poems

Cradling Childhood

 

As whispers in the night take flight

like two kids in a cubby

we write our lives away

on discoloured beige running

 

Hail, farewell sophistication

acclaimed etiquette, sacred rite

usher in the age of childhood

unassuming knees bent incite

 

Words beyond comprehension

did we on that day soak up

unwittingly did they grasp us

as joyful innocence welled up

 

 

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