Stepping Back to Childhood

Stepping back to childhood …

The photo I held,
seemed to take on life,
it brought me back
to my childhood summers.
Days spent in the sun,
there I was on a beach,
one knee sporting a band-aid
Intent on building a sandcastle.
Having fun in the sand,
I could picture it all
and like Alice, I stepped into a wonderland –
stepping back to childhood.
It was like looking in a mirror.
where the action happens,
there were my Catskill summers,
days spent playing and swimming,
running under pine trees –
that reached up into the sky above.
A pine needle carpet beneath my feet,
a little girl so very sweet,
nothing could be better –
fresh air and lots of fun,
Dripping ice cream cones,
bare feet running about,
swings to swing on
and games to play.
Windy days,
blowing dandelion wisps into the air,
that danced there along with butterflies
and white clouds went sailing by.
seeing it all before me was like
stepping back to childhood.
Picture after picture,
that child inside of me began to laugh,
wish I could do it all again.
but memories will have to do,
remembering my dad,
on a raft with me,
picking cattails along the shore,
just days spent drifting along.
I can still see that little girl way back in the mirror,
who loves her summer memories.


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Rasma also writes lovely poems on HubPages under the pen name of Gypsy Rose Lee. You can read more of her works at Rasma on HubPages.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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