The Good Old Days: A childhood poem

Oyih Joy
@joyoyih936684
27 days ago

#poetry

In memories sweet, I often play,
The golden hours of my childhood day.
With laughter bright and games galore,
These whimsical moments I still adore.

"Suwe," a dance on squares we drew,
With seeds in hand, a balancing crew.
Jumping and laughing, no lines to break,
Filling our hearts with joy for the sake.

"Mummy, mummy, kibobo," we chanted loud,
In silly names, we took such pride,
Through claps and leaps, our spirits soared,
In the playtime kingdom, we never bored.

The rope we skipped, with rhythm and flair,
To "Aba aba one, two, go!" in the air.
The thrill of playful slaps did sting,
But tomorrow's game would always bring

"Who is in the garden?" a song we sang,
In circles we spun, as laughter rang.
Breathless we chased, our feet a blur,
In joyful play, our worries unsure.

"Fire on the mountain!" we’d rush to flee,
Scrambling for partners, wild and free.
In shadows we hid, in giggles we spoke,
As the laughter echoed, promises evoked.

"Tinko Tinko!" our hands we’d clap,
Rhythmic sounds, a joyful trap.
"Country Country" we claimed with glee,
Ready to run, in spirited spree.

"Boju Boju," seeker’s call,
Count to ten, we’d hide and crawl.
Stones we tossed, in circles we'd play,
Childhood delights filled up our days.

“If you are born in…,” our cheers would rise,
Dancing in circles, under clear skies.
With sand and grass, we crafted our dreams,
Sibling bickers and playful schemes.

Forgotten pots of food on the fire,
Lost in adventures that never tire.
Best friends and rivals, the leader's quest,
Fights turned to laughter, our hearts were blessed.

With stubborn grass dolls, I’d build my dreams,
From cassette cases, my world was supreme.
Scavenging treasures from tailor’s retreat,
For clothes and toys, my finds were sweet.

Candy wrappers, our currency bright,
In our make-believe world, pure delight.
Boxes and cartons, my treasures amassed,
Each tiny detail, a memory cast.

Bathing and dressing, a doll's grand affair,
Competing for crowns, with friends who care.
Moonlight stories, tales spun so fine,
In every childhood moment, pure joy would shine.

Looking back, I smile so wide,
At all the joy that never died.
These games defined my roots, my core,
Shaped who I am, forevermore.

My childhood games, my heart, my soul,
In them, I found my world, my role.

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