Poem -

Summers nearly over

Summers nearly over

The sunny days of my childhood
We're over cast with a dark cloud
But later on, becoming a mum
Allowed me to play and run around
But all too soon those days were over
As my children grew
But soon a miracle happened
And I was blessed with you
Once again I played
Shouted and ran around
Paddling, feeding ducks and playing
Games like dobby of ground 
And then along came another
This was a dream come true
We were the three bandits
Toyah, me and Zu
If there was adventure we'd find it
And experiments we loved to try
Painting, baking and lots of crafts
Made each day with my girlies go by
Now I can see this childhood ending
As I sit and watch you grow
It makes me very sad
Cos I don't want it to go
I love to play so much
I enjoy going on the park
I never really grew up
I suppose cos my own was dark
The last days of my childhood
Are now coming into sight
I won't have anyone to play with soon
Or to act silly with or fight
I am getting older
and my health is getting bad
I will miss childhood games
It makes me feel so sad.
No more summer days
Autumn will soon be here
Soon I'll have to grow up
And this is the one thing I really fear
No more building sand castles
Soon there will be no time to play
I suppose everyone has to grow up
And put their toys away 
But until that day is here
I will make the most of my last days of play 
And then I will sit and watch the sun set 
And goodbye to my childhood say

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