Oh to be a child again
And run dancing in the rain
Laughing screaming in the wet
How we adults do forget
And those days of summers bliss
Of stealing that first sweet kiss
Was it Pam or was it Sue
I changed that day and so did you
Now you looked with such strange eyes
Spoke in whispers and with sighs
Yes we played much as before
That little girl from right next door
You grew away which made me sad
Though I was a little lad
I could see not all was fine
For you wished your first kiss was mine
Now you're married so am I
Secretly for you I cry
Seasons come and they go
I dream of you I really do
Oh to be a child again
And run dancing in the rain
Laughing screaming in the wet
For of those times I'll not forget
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This is absolutely delightful :D indeed it would be wonderful for us to go back to those innocent times of laughing and splashing in the rain. Beautifully expressed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D
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Sanaa
Wow....totally made me cry...the memories of our first love should never be allowed to die for it is truly the purest of all. XXX
ReplyDeleteBittersweet, it really describes the longing for more innocent days.
ReplyDeletePoignant and special those childhood days of discovery,,enjoyed this so much,,
ReplyDeleteSuch longing! Beautiful and sad at the same. For I can help thinking that every time it rains, the tears fall too.
ReplyDeleteSweet memories indeed!
ReplyDeletelove the nostalgic note for bygone days of innocence...
ReplyDeleteI always associate childhood to rain and I am not sure why. Perhaps the sound of rain is like an innocent child. Aha- you forgot your first kiss. Thanks for this, Robin.
ReplyDeleteFirst love and its enduring memories..a lovely rhythm to your enjoyable poem!
ReplyDeleteThis comes full circle quite beautifully - how quickly time slips by..and how fleeting those special moments seem..
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet.. The delight in playing, and I truly think that those days and that first kiss is something that we carry with us all our days.
ReplyDeleteOh those wonderful childhood memories...such a treasure to have them and to be able to look back on them. They were beautiful and innocent times, weren't they? And oh, one sometimes wonders if one's life would have totally changed direction....if..... Enjoyed this poem, Robin. And looking forward to your interview tomorrow. Smiles!
ReplyDeleteLuv today's quatrains, childhood memories are such treasures
ReplyDeleteHave a great Sunday Robin
much love...
Yes, yes - this just up my street and feeling every line with you - beautifully done...
ReplyDeleteWe do indeed forget, but there is a time when once again we crave those innocent, playful times. Lovely Robin!
ReplyDeleteSet against childhood innocence, I am thinking of that little girl and who kissed her before you, and your sensing that not all was well with her. I am glad she married and hopefully went on to have a happy life. Love the image of children laughing in the rain.
ReplyDeleteLove! And I know that we remain unsure if we yearn for the person or the days ...
ReplyDelete"Oh to be a child again
ReplyDeleteAnd run dancing in the rain
Laughing screaming in the wet" amen. Why were we in such a hurry to grow up?
Those relationships, that time of being carefree--this was beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, the memories of childhood and I still love to play in the rain :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. I like the rhyme, the flow of the story, it's yearning for a childhood past. Many have already said it, but I'll repeat - this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is written so tenderly. The sweetness of those carefree childhood days ... when life was young and full of possibilities - and, from time to time, a glimmer of what it is, to truly cherish and be cherished by another human being.
ReplyDeleteSecretly for you I cry
ReplyDeleteSeasons come and they go
I dream of you I really do
There are times one yearns for those moments with an old flame. Many reflect back on the good times, that's true Old Egg!
Hank
I just love this, from start to finish!
ReplyDeleteStark yearnings, lovely expression!
ReplyDeleteThose days can never be forgetting.. Thanks for letting us relive those times again through your words!
ReplyDeleteYou brought back so many memories of summers growing up and the later separation of those friendships and fumbles in the dark. Reading this I feel like skipping down the lane again.
ReplyDeleteRain does sometimes evoke emotions of longing, for the past and what could have been. Your poem is moving (I had to blink water forming in my eyes) and yet joyful
ReplyDelete"Oh to be a child again
And run dancing in the rain"
delightful poem, Robin. enjoyed reading it!
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