(written 1994)
I’m sitting here thinking of you,
as daylight starts to wane,
I’m sipping a cup of warm tea brew,
looking through the pane.
I remember well the good ol’ times,
we’d sit around the floor,
ignoring the early morning chimes.
playing games till half past four.
Childhood! Childhood! how soon you left!
leaving us to life,
if only we could be age bereft
and to not know any strife.
But alas the only youth we have with us,
are memories we hold dear,
dusting off our mental opus,
listening with inner ear.
Childhood! Childhood! how we once were rife,
but too soon did you die!
leaving us with hope and life,
still burning in our eye!
We were not made to die so young,
to have regret at best,
but to have lived a life that’s sung,
a symphony within our breast.
But there is one thing that’s true,
our childhood is where God gives,
always in our memories to pursue,
the childhood that forever lives.
-JHJ