Child Memories
When I was a young girl,
We used to play
Out in the field
Of flowers all day.
Published: April 2020
Growing up is inevitable. No matter how much we want to hold onto our childhood, life is going to move forward. At some point, our childhood becomes something we look back on instead of something we’re currently experiencing. Each generation’s childhood is marked with different characteristics. No matter how old you are, it seems that every generation believes life was slower and sometimes better than daily life today. This is a collection of poems about those simpler times. The poems are filled with sentimental longing for the days gone by. What fond memories do you have from your childhood? For a moment, take a stroll down memory lane and reminisce about the good old days. They might be just a memory now, but what a beautiful memory they are. They are a reminder of glorious days, the days that made you who you are today.
When I was a young girl,
We used to play
Out in the field
Of flowers all day.
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Many, many years ago
When I was just a kid,
And I had just began to grow,
There's stuff I had and did.
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Going back to the time, doing all that I want,
Just living up my life, getting all that I can't!
Great was the childhood, innocent were the smiles.
Those were the days...
When I used to get up late,
Never cared about the day and date.
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Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When stealing chocolates was my only crime,
When sleep used to come early, at nine,
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I remember-
of days so long in the past
when I wished I would grow up so fast.
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The sun, it fades in the moonlight.
The stars, they fade in the daylight.
The cold breezes are strong in winter and spring,
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I was happy when I was a lad.
It wasn't all good, but it wasn't half bad.
We played with sticks we played with stones;
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When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song
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