Charles Bernard

My Childhood - Poem by Charles Bernard

Like a great artisan I carved my heart on the wild woods of the forest
With so much carefree I played my heart out on dada's old xylophone
In my mud houses after rain I found great delight
The sight of wild flowers along farm paths cheered me on

I found so much in my little belongings
Every little act was filled with much love
Every little gift filled me with much gratitude
Each little hurt tore me apart much tear flowed

Every little step into adulthood was intriguing
More knowledge of life killed my every joy
The great expectation lost in the mystic expedition
All dreams of a simple love filled world gently disappeared
My childhood was forever lost.

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  • Valerie Dohren (8/12/2012 5:42:00 AM)

    A sad lament to the loss of childhood, well expressed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

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