I Want My Childhood

25 November, 2012 Ken Poetry & Prose

I Want My Childhood

I didn’t know the stillness of falling snow,
swift silence I didn’t bother to listen
until I grew out of my skin
and finally slowed down
There it is
beauty
still

There was no one to share it with me
in a tobaggan with no hill
sent out dressed warm
I return inside
purpose unsure

I had it for a few short years second-hand
never denying a child’s snow angel
Yes, you will be my alibi
to make one myself

They’ve grown out, too soon
I need reminding again
You remind me

I have a hill now
and I am still

But still alone

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