Reminiscing the past of the memories that lasts, <br /> <br />Where there was once, the Power Rangers blasts… <br /> <br />The child watching the super heroes’ scenes, <br /> <br /> Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman… imagining them real. <br /> <br /> <br />Remembering the story of the child who was once just playing- <br /> <br />The music of her soul in silent fantasies… <br /> <br />Day dreaming, in the drawing she was talking… <br /> <br />Making friends with the unknown, existing strange realities. <br /> <br />It was then that I knew Mr. Moon; we were then having a good conversation. <br /> <br />He was far yet so near… in every night under the moonlight. <br /> <br />Mutable in his own way, sometimes he is half sometimes full. <br /> <br /> <br />It was then that I make believe, that one day soon- <br /> <br />When I grow-up, all my wishes will come true… <br /> <br />It was the promises of her, my ever twinkling little star… <br /> <br />Thought life being adult was the easiest way. <br /> <br />But life being a child is much better than the other way. <br /> <br />For it was then that the laughing is often, <br /> <br />It was then that the heart is happy with content. <br /> <br />My childish memories, I have you as a heartfelt… <br /> <br />The warmth of my mother’s love, the kisses of my sister’s love… <br /> <br />Held deep from the core of my heart… In the roads of distant travels, <br /> <br />In the foreign lands in the middle of it and its survivors… <br /> <br />With all the loving memories of my childish days. <br /> <br /> <br />-aira<br /><br />aira olayvar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-childish-memories/
