The Childhood Of My Dreams

I miss sitting for hours next to our warm heater
And listening to mum’s tales, her voice made them even sweeter
While innocently I was driven to paradise
Where hopes and fantasy dreams were my guides
And my closed eyes, never ever saw more happiness.

I miss playing with my neighbours on the streets
Any game was enough to play with
Our only aim was to spend the whole afternoon
Submerged in our imagination in full expansion
And together until the sun went down we played on the ground.

I miss those little rows at the table
The typical “what’s that on my plate?” questions
Which drove my parents mad, while we kept on arguing
I knew in the end I would be made to swallow anything
But moaning for a while was something worth attempting.

I miss the smile on my face when Christmas holiday was approaching
All kids began behaving marvellously in case the Three Wise Men were watching
Shops started to advertise all sorts of toys and dolls
And with the cold winter I waited for the snow to fall
While in family we unwrapped the beautiful presents under our socks.

I miss listening to my grandparents’ advice who I adored
The blank look in my young eyes trying to understand every word
I miss learning new things everyday as I grew old
knowing under every tell–off there was something to be aware of
And the sweet that followed every good job, meant the best reward ever got.

Now I am conscious of the new different things that lie ahead
These days another stage of my life I start to face
But I'm quite afraid of how fast time has gone by for me
So I will admit that yes, I miss being the child I used to be,
I miss my childhood, the childhood of my dreams.

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[ Well I guess we all have felt that way anytime, sometimes I just feel time goes by too fast for me to realise of it and to accept every different stage of our lives...Anyway I hope you like it! ]

...TILLmyLASTtearFALLS...

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