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young before the mirror

micheal morgan
@michealmorgan028179
1 month ago

Young before the mirror

#AfricanChildhoodMemories
#ChildhoodinAfrica
#nirclepoetry
#poetry

How did i get to this? oops!! Adulthood!
Far from mummy's arm, my bridge to motherhood.
Not a refuge eye to watch me when i go naughty
Rather a pool of sociale and hopefully God's eye on duty

Even though i loved it those days when she looks away
Before you said "Bobs your uncle" all handles on humble clay
Bending it to my will
With a child instinct as powerful as a potters wheel.

Reminiscing the gentle embrace of a rain-kissed day,
I danced with the droplets, letting worries drift away.
Puddles became my oceans, where dreams took their flight,
With friends's our laughter echoed softly in symphony of delight.

Oh my Gifted hands, made of wonders with which I crafted my land,
Built empires of sand with an imagination so grand.
In the humid sound, where the wild whispers play,
I ruled over kingdoms in the most innocent way.

How about I told you that little soldier
Knew no retreat and no surrender
Just my tender wide mouth to scream "war start"
But now the war started with adulthood in the chart

With my wooden diy gun, pointed right at brothers glabella
All that mattered was the fun within that childhood umbrella
Just to watch our backs and scream out suprises
No war, no betrayal just spontaneous snooze of fantasies

Jumping over squares, my biggest triumph
Like a young antelope learning to be tough
I was never safe nor sorry
Singing hakuna matata, i needed not to worry

Beneath the eyes of the full moon, with its silvery gaze,
We all gathered in circles, lost in a fantastic haze.
Tales woven into magic, spun from mouths and born from hearts,
In the glow of the night stars, we’d never depart.

Oh, childhood of merry, where time seemed to pause,
In the rain and the moonlight, I found my applause.
Each moment a treasure, each memory a song,
In the tapestry of life, where I truly belong.

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description: There is a whole lot to say about a single lifetime experience that never repeats itself. if only one could remain forever young but we have to grow into adults to create a childhood experience for the past of our children's future.