The words echo, walls have ears
Echoes around the centuries not absurd
My Pisces ways have me believing
From childhood to where I am today
Days when food was in short supply
Mother became a magician at meal times
The kitchen table was quieter than normal
I was often banned to my bedroom
Appreciate what you have, met with quiet disapproval
My bedroom was my kingdom full of imaginary friends
Noise of conversation brought my parents to the scene
Fathers head appeared through a half open door
Looked and left me to my own World once more
Mother checked giving me the look
She held out her arms inviting comfort
Be careful of words and how they are spoken
These walls have ears that listen and hold them
My invisible friends all nodded in agreement
My punishment room was really a treasure
Friends came and went the door frequently opened
Now later in life as I think of these times
I feel I have deserted them these friends of mine
On occasions when waking from dreams
Laughter is slowly fading but I can hear
I utter some words then hear a closing door
Laughter is slowly fading but I can hear I utter some words then hear a closing door/// beautiful poem penned; nice imaginative atmosphere is used to write the poem; walk slowly observe the standing wall lonely; feel the whispering of wall oh no ghostly wall can speak but silently!
Just a wonderful poem of childhood. So well presented to us. Thank you John.
Wonderfully written. Your childhood sounded exciting. Dreaming is a great link for rarely being sad. Expecting good things can happen.
Hi Lyn, thank you for commenting. I have an imaginary book titled memories, every page waiting for its turn.
Sometimes imagination is what kept us going. Fantastic poen dear John.
Always thankful for my imagination, it did indeed keep me going, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it! Imaginary friends... what childhood memories this evokes! Congrats on poem of the day!