I dream a moment of childhood,
taste sweet candy on my tongue,
feel the warmth of summer in my heart.
I leap inside at the thought of reliving it,
Retracing old pathways into my heart,
Of skipping down streets as a youth,
but very much a living breathing adult.
They turn their heads at my new found joy,
My giggling at silly remarks,
and desire to stare at things.
They have no idea what it is to be young,
So never forget!
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You cleverly employ the various senses of taste, touch, sight and hearing to relive the heady days of carefree childhood. As your poem conveys, the sad aspect is that the vision retraced can only be as transient as the candy that teases your tongue. I liked this poem, Rashae.
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