There, on the swings,
I dreamed.
I dreamed of tomorrow;
The melted ice cream trickled down my fingers.
...
Imperfection.
That's what I'm thankful for;
Because without it,
I wouldn't have so much blessings in store.
...
The good times I remember
Were times we spent together.
You were there with me,
Watching the birds migrate,
...
Another sunset, passed without you;
But the world keeps moving
The ferris wheel turns,
My heart beat keeps going-
...
I'm sailing upon this ship
To a land unimaginable, free,
Where sorrow and sickness are always forgotten,
Where happiness calls out to me.
...
Hi! My name is Elina. I am 16 years old and I love writing poems in my free time. I have been writing poems since I was about 11 years old.)
Childhood
There, on the swings,
I dreamed.
I dreamed of tomorrow;
The melted ice cream trickled down my fingers.
I dreamed of growing up.
I sat on the tall, green grass,
Picking wildflowers,
Playing with dolls.
I went to the fair:
There were balloons and ferris wheels.
My small hands touched and explored,
And I dreamed of flying.
My mother taught me how to pray,
And though I was still small,
I prayed with simple words,
And curiosity took me by the hand.
I grew, and with the years,
My dreams grew.
And now as I glance back,
I dream of yesterday.