Daisy Chains And Paper Planes Poem by Chris Tuscano Harris

Daisy chains and paper planes

Childhood friends memory remains

Laid on your back amongst the grass

Heads touching watching clouds pass

familiar faces magical traces

A seldom jet stream white fluffy laces

Wellies and rain macs, picnics and sun

Trips to your grandma, iced Chelsea bun

Mud pies and perfume, snails and worms

Dirt on both knees and covered in germs

Effortless innocence, no worries no stress

I miss being a child I remember less and less