I remember childhood, <br />Not a period of softness, <br />Though I slept on a featherbed, <br />With pillows made of feathers, <br />Goose feathers, I guess. <br />Mama had some geese once <br />Before I was six. But a school of hardknocks, <br />Where I took care of myself <br />And little brother <br />As best I could; <br />With big brother <br />Standing guardian <br />Over us two. Mama and Daddy working, <br />Doing their best <br />To eke out a living <br />For us kids; <br />Their discipline, tough, <br />Though at times lenient, <br />Their love enough, I guess.<br /><br />Dorothy Thomas Snyder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-childhood/
