Childhood Is... Poem by shenika vermaak

Childhood Is...

Rating: 3.5


Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Taniah Locklear 12 April 2019

Childhood can bring stress or joy but one thing in this poem is who ever child this is, is a bad child

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 29 October 2014

I likes the poem in such beautifully it created.

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Chloe Delaney 19 February 2012

i agree childhood is quiet and fun

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Taniah Locklear 12 April 2019

u agree some what

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