I keep forgetting
how it was like
to be a child
I know their eyes
and minds
are filled with
icicle like wonder
I know how they easily
believe
that God lives in
the sky
I know how they fall
in love with strangers
like they have known
them all their lives
fluffy cotton candies savored
ballooning tummies
on some nights
even when the dinner table
would be laid to the brim
and going to sleep
with an angelic smile;
That sounds like childhood
we have all possibly had
Why cannot I remember mine?
Why am I losing count of the number of happy days
and those when I was on cloud nine?
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©VioletEden
26thJanuary2017
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Vermillion
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