Drifting Beyond The Clouds Poem by shirani ibrahim

ooking beyond the clouds..

Childhood memories keep whispering in my ears,

Like the gentle lullabies that lingers on, despite the many years.

The dear loves of our childhood can never ever fade away,

Is a stored memory, deep down in our hearts to forever stay.

Precious are they as they rush through me rather impatiently.

With many an event, my heart recalls so lovingly.

I often close my eyes replaying all the things we did,

Just the way they were when we were those terrible kids.

And I know without a doubt that none of us will forget,

The unconditional love we shared from the day we met.

The beauty of those moments with special memories.

Of the childhood joys, so memorable that could never cease.

The days with tangled hair, bruised knees and smeared face,

And the many pranks we played, certainly with good grace.

Those incredible swing days and the screaming hide and seek,

The mulberry and jam trees, the barking dogs never made us weak.

The secret paths that we use to silently and impishly tread,

Ending up being caught, though this we always did dread.

Till we were tall and strong enough to jump over the wooden gates,

And so a fragrance flowered, amongst us as great childhood mates.

Though years whizzed by still remains the childhood days we spent,

From kids to teen all grown and different roads away we went,

With my aging years deep in my heart many thoughts silently flow,

Yearning for the days the breeze played a tune and the gentle blow.

So young were we, with innocence sweet we did meet and greet.

Those are the ties, the bond, that makes our childhood mates truly complete!

The fragrance of the unselfish love so sacred that will never die

Oh those crazy kiddish pranks, the teen years that we can never deny!







Amazing it really is, such beauty could only be designed by God's hand!