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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem about childhood and memories and change

In times when I was your tom-boy follower,
we had much more fun than we ever have now.
Out of video tapes we'd make palaces
for our beanies and forts for our beast-wars.


We'd make mesh sets for our lego films
and take turns to do the voices and movements.
I'd watch you play computer games and be scared
when you fought the bad guys.


We made our own Pokémon cards and mapped
out cities and towns of other worlds.
Life was a novel - a fairytale dream of
rainbow-kids and Captures and tribelands.


When we went on country walks we'd ride
air-horses and fight each other with wooden
swords from Lullingstone Villa. You were a
zombie, a boy called Ray, and a dragon.


But then I started to wear skirts and stripey
jumpers, and you built computers for fun.
I became the mathematical writer.
You the eccentric computer geek.


So now all that's left of a happy childhood
are two separate people - a world apart.
But the maps on the walls will stay there forever.
Worn, old, and forgotten.
Yet loved.

Submitted: May 21, 2009

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Its kinda sad how friends separate,but the memories you have with them are forever.

Thu, May 21st, 2009 10:18pm


Too true. I'm glad what you got what I was trying to capture. :)

Fri, May 22nd, 2009 12:27am

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