Running through sprinklers
On a summer day in the park,
Seeing stars in the sky
Instead of the dark.
Looking at the world
Through rose-colored eyes,
Believing I could be anything
Before life showed me otherwise.
But what I miss most
About being a child
Is the freedom to fly
Unshackled and wild.
© Jade M. Wong
A couple weeks ago, Rosemarie shared a poem on her Instagram about what she misses from her childhood and it inspired me to write my own poem. What do you miss from your childhood?
I never flew until I was 21 =P
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Haha 😄
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that little girl is fierce in her hope for herself and humanity – your poem speaks of a past filled with warm enveloping memories you can draw upon when you need it, especially at those times you say Life shows you otherwise. I don’t think I have met a braver and more resilient soul like you.
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Aww thank you Gina! I believe kindred souls recognize each other so you are also one of the bravest and most resilient people I’ve ever met. Thank you for being one of the reasons that fierce little girl has grown into a more hopeful woman 💜
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🙏😍
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Love this! Our minds were so free.
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They really were so free. Thank you for reading and commenting, V.J.!
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My pleasure!
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[…] This poem is inspired by Jade M. Wong’s nostalgic poem about childhood, which you can read here. […]
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❤ this poem! The sprinklers; can totally relate. Nothing better than a cold garden sprinkler on a hot summer day. It’s also really effective (and sad) how you couple happy childhood memories with the painful realisation that life isn’t what you imagined it to be – in short, growing up sucks, let’s all be seven again. I think I shall now write a poem of my own about this!
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I love your keen eye! You’ve nailed down exactly what I was trying to convey in this poem—the pain of growing up and all that lol. I agree, we should be seven again! Peter Pan knew what he was doing, it seems 😂 I hope you do write your own poem about this! I’d love to read it.
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Aren’t we (writers, poets, etc.) just big children? Society says it’s not proper for us to play in sprinklers and build imaginary forts out of boxes and do the silly childhood things, so instead we build forts in our head and send our characters on the adventures we can’t. And then we write about them, which is a technically proper thing for adults to do 😉
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Perfectly said and agreed 100%.
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Excellent- Lovely reflection on childhood.
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Thank you for reading and commenting! 😊
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Love this! 😍
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Thank you! 🙂
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