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Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories

Lying there in bed
My whole life ahead
Not knowing what I would become
Wishing I would be like mum.
Life was simple way back then
As I listened to the rain
As it raced down my window
Pitter pattering a symphony
The whole world was a song to me.
I'd cradle my cat teddy
That now belongs to my son
Wondering what my life would become.
My school was nearby
I'd often see the teachers walk past
And the mums in their rain macs
And different coloured umbrellas
Bringing hue to the beat of the clip clop
All the heels walking by
Splashing in puddles, never dry.
Rain all the time
Typical weather for us
But the rainbow was worth it.
When the sun shone through
sparkling water like teardrops were the dew
On the leaves and all around
Splashing in puddles on the ground.
The seven o'clock sun would beam down
Dazzling all who would behold
Bringing a glimmer of hope
To the grey sky so cold.
These were the days of old
Now a memory from the past
When life was so much simpler
If only times like those would last.
 

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sally

Awe a brilliant and touching piece well done! 
It's funny my sister wrote a poem with the exact same name : D ...

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