When I was young

When I was young

I’d stare at the sun rays crashing into the kitchen mug

In bed I’d stay just to keep my feet all snug

I’d prounce in flare protesting fragile resemblance to my porcelain dolls’ skin

A girl carefree as the word had ever been

When I was young

I’d hold my family like an hour glass in motion with the sands

The memories coupled in the smallest of hands

I’d shout to the winds to gently nudge at me

To throw my body swiftly for the world to see

When I was young

I’d plead with the ants to create their voetjie-voetjie gestures

My grandfather was an old man but Peterpan in stature

The edges of a hammer seemed significant and powerful

Distorting nature while carving something as beautiful

When I was young

Numbers and symbols became  one musical note

Summer showers always made it in time for my flowery coat

My words were flimsy with a heart that was wild

I germinate in her spirit as a grown up child.

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5 thoughts on “When I was young

  1. This line captured my heart and summarised my childhood perfectly :). “I’d stare at the sun rays crashing into the kitchen mug.”

    I find the reasons for my addictions in the lines of this poem.

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  2. When I was young…I couldn’t understand such peoms. But I’m sure

    “My grandfather was an old man but Peterpan in stature”

    Truly takes me back to when I was young…wish you could see the smile on my face

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