Childhood On The Move Poem by Asolua Fifita

Mom!
Soni's writing on the wall again!
Oh how those little feet flee,
Escaping
Mom's impending wrath

But wait,
Check
The lines and shapes
Letters unformed
A storyboard of childhood
Innocence.

Mom watching yet another wall
Filled with lines, shapes
And dotted scripples
Before realization hit …..

It's not the lines or the writings
But the walls,
They only could decipher
The secrets of this child's innocence
Printed atop the paint
The hieroglyphs of
A child on the move

Before the new occupants
Of the house could
Put fresh paint on the walls
They look and scowl
At the lines tarnishing
The pure white walls.

Then the pictures put together
From this wall and another
From a different house
The symbols matched
The hieroglyphs similar
Now the writings could be deciphered

They complete a story
Of not ONE
But three children
Following their parents
As they took on new posts
At the new school they are called to
And as they move
They leave their little marks behind

The stories on the wall
Tells of their Childhood
On the Move