Childhood

I really do not remember much of my childhood.
I had a rough one...
I know more bad things than good things.
It went by very fast.

It was like I never saw the outside.
I was put to bed early
And I could never see my dad much.
I saw my room more than anything.

My real mom was never a mom to me.
I really did not get along with her.
Then my dad came...
And all the bad things went away.

Everything seemed perfect to me.
I could do whatever I wanted to do.
I could go outside when the sun rose
And play till it went down.

I was happy that my dad got married again
To the most wonderful person in the world.
She made all the bad turn to good
And that's the end of my childhood.

Amy Walker


The beautiful poetry below
Is dedicated to my Mom and Dad
~Misty & Rick Walker~


Years of sharing daydreams
One day they will come true
Dressing up in Mother's clothes
The heart so young and new

Looking through the mirror
Now looking back at me
Reflections of my days of youth
Sweet endless reveries

Footsteps in the attic
I can hear them oh so clear
Repeat the treasured memories
Of love that's always near

Child of mine repeating
Dancing across the floor
Bowing to reflections
That fill her heart with awe

Give to me these daydreams
That I might set them free
Dreams of child who dances
Forever I shall see

Look at me all grown up
My heart's sweet registry
Reflections in my mirror
The child now lives in me.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©used with permission
Read more of her poetry here.