ChildhoodPosted: October 22, 2012
I sometimes think it would be wonderful if we could all remember the first few years of our lives. After all, these are the years – we are told – that form us, shape us into the people we become.
I was trying to encapsulate those feelings when I wrote today’s poem, “Childhood”. It was written many years ago when I was a new mum.
Although it was a very long time ago, I can still remember how I felt. I expressed the same feelings in another poem of mine you might have read – the one that goes …
” I watch my child asleep in bed
what dreams can he be dreaming
the little sleepyhead
I want to build a wall around his cot
Shield him from the world
Instead I tuck his blankets tight
And kiss my sleeping child goodnight.”
I am sure this is how many parents must feel about their sleeping children.
Last week I held my thirteen month old grandson in my arms and the same feeling flooded over me.
The years swept away and I remembered this poem. I wanted to share it with you. Do let me know if you like it.
Is this how it was?
Little child snug on mother’s knee
Is this how my childhood went?
Now I sit
with my own son
whose life has only just begun
He cuddles close
and hugs me tight
And everything in the world
I now yearn for the child I was
The years are swiftly going
I watch my child
and other children
Living, loving, growing.
If only we now grown up
could recall how it was then
when all the world was mother’s smile
and begin again.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems