Christa Lou

Childsplay - Poem by Christa Lou

When I could no longer understand the pastel language of nursery colours
or hear the whispers of the dandelions painted on my wall,
I scoffed at children who took their lives as lightly as jigsaw puzzles
playing their days away like nothing else mattered at all.

I shook my head with all the poise of a sage
as if within it rested the burden and wisdom of years;
I said to myself, “Someday, they’ll see, perhaps—
When grief has dampened their lives with tears.”

But the world isn’t a spoonful of bitter medicine
unless, of course, you make it so—
And having a puzzle piece in either hand
can mean everything you think you know.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , innocence, joy

Poet's Notes about The Poem

When I was only a little younger, I used to cry over the grownups who told me 'We can't tell you such-and-such because you're still a kid and you wouldn't understand'- so this is for everyone who thinks they own the world because they have forgotten how to enjoy it like a child does.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015

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