Things we did……As kids on an adventure,            

Time borrowed,some stolen,     Some bought with lies,              Stored in our piggy banks.         Small coins,of our chats,our laughter.                                Penny’s,of our giggles,and banter.Some currency notes of dreams.Torn at the edges.             Yellowing with hope.
Our innocence woven.               Some neat intricate stitches.   Some uneven and hurried.   Threads of emotions,creating havoc.                                         Colours running amuck.                 A tight weave,to keep us warm.   And yet,sheer enough,to sieve reality out.

Small sweets of colourful dreams.

Some sweet,some sour.         Staining our tongue,with rainbow flavours.                             Savouring belief,long after the sweet had melted away.  

The little rag doll,                           Hair matted,eyes wide in wonder,   cheeks coloured red with an almost dried felt.               Warm and musty,With the scent of childhood,                                     Hopes intact,Dreams small and achievable,                                       Still wearing socks of surity.       Undone  at the growing toes,     Venturing out in risk.

I wish for all of it……                   Hoping this time,I can savour it.   Save it under my pillow,         Instead of trading it with the tooth fairy.                                       Instead of rushing to grow up.   Dwell in it,relish it,savour it and save it,…….

Because i Wil never be,that child again.                                                  That child I miss!!!!