I wanted to be your dog
And serve you in thankfulness.
A child is a slave of love
If it’s blessed or unblessed.
Such love knows no shame.
My favorite childish lanes!
I want to go there and fall
And cry out of joy non-stop.
On back I lie in the dark.
Clouds are passing up.
Not far away someone goes,
But no one hears my voice.
To disappear I dreamed:
To exist but unseen.
Death will give me this prize –
Unseen in paradise!
Childhood fantasies are often very memorable. So, a trip though childhood lanes must be quite refreshing. Thanks for sharing.
Beautifully penned child's toughs, take you to your childhood unknowingly. Great job Liza! I love this.+X
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Childhood is an unforgettable and precious chapter in the book of life. The memories of childhood never leave us and come back without any excuses. Wonderfully narrated. Thank you.