Treasure Island

Gamaliel Scipio

(Grenada WI)

My Childhood


My childhood

What else
is there
That I can
so willingly
Speak about
share
With that
much more
pride
More energy
More truth
More Love
than when
I am speaking
about
My childhood
What else
is there
That I can
laugh and
share
Be sincere
about
Rejoice and
Shout about
Speak before
The words
Come out
My mouth
What more
than
My childhood
What better
time
Was there
A carefree
mind
With lots
and Lots
of joyous
memories
to share
A beautiful
find
A mother to
care
What better
time
Than yours
and


My childhood.

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013
Edited: Sunday, December 15, 2013

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Such a beautiful time to remember

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