Rosie Cheeks Poem by karen sinclair
Rosie Cheeks
When did the children stop embracing
The wind in their hair
Downhill racing, bright orange skies
With no due care
When did they all go home and scrub up their smiles
No longer free spirits to roam
With hours to while
Away with friends down by the railway track
Find a new hiding spot
Sharing cheap wrappered snacks
Whispering secrets
And a fight for their space
What happened to good ole fashion dirt
Smeared as a memoir, now
Replaced
By sterile little ones
Squashed within dry stone walls
Electrical wizardry
Beats, muddied deflated balls
Why did the children decide now
To stay at home
No longer free spirits
Til dusk out to roam
No longer bicycles skipping ropes
And girls chewing gum
High heels on tiny feet
Impersonating mum
No longer unkempt hair pursing their friends
No longer blood brothers
Promised to the end
Poor little ones gaze at a two dimensional spot
Wish they'de step outside
Rosie cheeks the vision that time forgot
This echoes with the song of the ages... how is it that life moves and changes so quickly, so easily; as we all in one way or another long for a simplicity of soul, that we had hoped the children of the world represented. Absolutely superb words; now one of my favorites.
a reminiscence well narrated, who could forget those old golden days, great poem
reminded me old imes when we played freely but now no such scene is visible great karen
The good old days of children playing with abandon are all gone.The poem so well mirrors the present times. Kudos. Thanks and best wishes.
Wow granny, we're all getting old except I totally agree. Me neighbour across the way has not bought his kids the techno 2 denationalised and they all play together in the yard and the street. My colleague to same limits such toys and my admin manager her boys as well. So there is hope. But I am happiest when out side. They are missing to endless world and its infinite possibilities in their confined and tiny self imposed confines. Poo I say it is sad. Well written Karen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful write! I too often ask myslf these questions. What has happened to our children.... there is no frivolous gaeity or exciting enjoyment for them! They confine themselves to their rooms glued to the electronic gadgets!