CHILDHOOD

 

a little sleep, a heavy snore 

adrenaline making my memories sore 

the adventures of yesterday continues today 

it’s a call, a cry for mayday 

our mischievousness is never enough 

for we return home looking rough 

haggard, sick and dirty 

so filthy, legs looking dusty or muddy 

the disappearing act when called for a chore 

looking forward to the smell of petrichor 

childhood comes with lots of blessings

moulding us for life’s lessons 

a kite to uphold the sky 

a truth is better than a lie 

unending display of foolishness 

our heads are filled with too much madness 

in infancy we behold our path 

waking up and folding our mat

a blessing once more for staying alive 

eagerness drives us to thrive and survive 

@talk2leigh

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8:18am

27 Nov 2023