joanne fenner

Rookie (04 november 1980)

The Girl I Used To Be - Poem by joanne fenner

Laying on lush green grass,
Just staring at the cloud pictures floating past,
Sit up, what shall we do next? Slide or swings?
O’ what joy no worries as a child brings.

Shall we skip or run,
Never again will life be this much fun.
Dinner time again, all laid out,
All made for you with no fussing about.

Dinner finished then out again,
Playing everyday the same old games.
Meeting up in the same old places,
With grazed knees and warm sun on our faces.

You only appreciate these times when you grow older,
When you realise the days now are actually colder.
Your meals become a bit of a chore,
And standing for too long make your feet swollen and sore.

And I never thought these memories would become to be,
The precious times I got to know me.
I keep these thoughts locked in my heart,
So that me and the girl I used to be are never far apart.

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  • (3/22/2007 10:30:00 AM)

    I still do the looking at the clouds to find the pictures thing, the running thing, falling down and grazing thing, coming home to dinner ready thing, off out again without a care in the world thing.... the joy of being male is, we never grow up! ! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011

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