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Ah, When

Poetry By: Wilbur

Childhood viewed from adulthood can be realized as pretty good. This was true for me many many years ago. Things do change and innocence is not the same now.

Submitted:Apr 11, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   

Ah, When

When sky was it was up and the earth it was down
When we lived in the country and not in the town
When I entered the world to take up my space
When you gave me life and I first saw your face
When I was so little and you were so big
When you were a tree and I was a sprig
When you pulled me close and kissed my nose
When you counted my fingers and counted my toes
When you watched with worry as I first stood up
When you gave me my bottle then my sippy cup
When you saw my black birth mop turn to gold hair
When you watched with great pride as I mastered a stair
When I only would ever eat toast and baloney
When you called me your very own zabaglione
When you laughed and laughed at my falling down britches
When you wept and wept at my very first stitches
When you told me stories and recited me rhymes
When you played the Tooth Fairy and left shiny dimes
When you taught me to wash and then dry the dishes
When you showed me the stars and how to make wishes
When we played hide and seek and I'd watch you search
When you helped me plant pansies beneath the big birch
When we'd go to the river and fish off the docks
When I learned to tie shoes and to pull up my socks
When I picked clover blossoms to bring home to you
When I got gold stars and some honors too
When I spelled hard words and did get them right
When I snuck late night reading by your green penlight
When I was a child and not yet grown
Then I lived as a Queen and ruled from a throne


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