Growing Up Poem

Memories Of Childhood

Childhood is an important stage in everyone's life. It's when we start to develop, learn new things and discover more about the world we live in. We start to have aspirations of the future, imagining the endless possibility out in the world. I wrote this poem as I felt it was important to highlight the good things of childhood. Although every word is not as it happened, my childhood is something I wouldn't want to forget, always embedded in my mind.

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I Remember

Abundance C Nwosu © more by Abundance C Nwosu

Published: August 17, 2019

I remember-
of days so long in the past
when I wished I would grow up so fast.

I remember-
endless races we had to school.
Coming first ensured you were cool.

I remember-
the sudden hot summer's rain,
dancing 'round and 'round again.

I remember-
playing in the luscious grass
with all my friends in my class.

I remember-
the spooky monsters under my bed;
Mum and Dad said it was all in my head.

I remember-
when I grew to be as old as ten,
my dad made me a tree-house as my den.

I remember-
hide-and-seek was the best game,
but as we grew up it became so lame.

I remember-
Haribos were as good as gold.
I will have as many as I want when I am old.

I remember-
when I wanted to be a king
with a large throne and a diamond ring.

I remember-
my first camping trip
or my first time on a ship.

I remember-
when I broke my wrist
all the fun is what I missed.

I remember-
Mr. Cuddles, my first teddy bear.
I loved him so much and took him everywhere.

Now that I am grey and old,
My childhood memories I have told.

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  • Kumari Weerasooriya by Kumari Weerasooriya
  • 4 weeks ago

The childhood of a person might be a mixture of both pleasant and unpleasant memories. Mine is dominated by unpleasant memories, but I love to read and listen to the pleasant experiences of others.

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