My childhood memories are so rosy now
just simple things, a makeshift swing
and puzzles made of rocks and string
I give to each this special glow
a secret smile, my childish style
to make my friends remain awhile
But could it be these memories
are different things, my siren sings
of much desired imaginings?
If so I wish to never know
Remembering smiles, that yet beguile
and make this time so soft, worthwhile
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
I don’t want to know if the sweet memories were somehow not so sweet. Enjoyed the poem, Helen.
Thanks so much John! 🙂