Childhood, by *~*~Carrie~*~* Subscribe to rss feed for *~*~Carrie~*~*

Childhood, where all you needed was a pat on the head to
know everything was alright.
Time stood still and life was long.
Cries of pain were but a forgotten song.
Sometimes I want to go back to that wonderful place,
Where everything is covered in white silky lace.
The sounds of sweet bluebirds sing aloud. 
Babies dream on white fluffy clouds.
Where mother's love, a tender kiss, an the smell of roses
were an unspoken bliss.
Yet, to grow old is just another adventure in time,
But I'll keep childhood close at mind
 
Posted: 2007-08-24 22:43:50 UTC

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