Childhood memories

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

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So basically its been over two decades since I came into this world, I have been reflecting so much on my growing up days, trying to take my mind back to all of my childhood memories and teachings for they are what has made me into the person I am. With my thoughts running back to those times, my pen had a few things to say, I do hope you get to find it interesting to read.

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Growing up wasn't so much hell,

But it's with enough stories to tell,

Feasted on with fists,

Beaten to bits,

Seduced with strings,

Lost in its wings,

Rainy dances with friends on the lawn,

With no worries, free and graceful as a fawn,

Endangered by a mother's chastisement,

Her love were like enchantments,

Corrupted by a father's love for concubines,

But in the word of the Lord he made me dine,

I rose above the hate, I survived,

I passed the test, I'm alive.

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Rainy Dances rings a bell...
Well written @daniel-otaniel

Growing up aint eady but we thank God we grew up, and for those if us tgat saw the 90s we are blessed

Indeed, kids from the 90's are blessed..... No offense to those born in the millennium.... Thanks for stopping by

So many poets on steemit but you're a good one. Kudos! 👏👏👏

Lol.... You are too generous with your praises, thanks

Seduced with strings, just wondering what string can a kid be seduced with. Reflect back to those times when we visit people's house just to eat the rice and stew that was cooked. Lolz. I don't know if that's the kind of string you are referring to. I wish I knew much about my childhood

Its different strokes for different folks, seduced with strings means a whole lot of things, so whatever meaning you derive from it, is probably what suits you best, and that's part of the reason its a poem, everyone should be able to relate differently to it. Thanks for stopping by.

I miss my childhood. Nice poem. It made me nostalgic

I like how fiercly and freely you reflect on your past. Mines painful to do :(

The past is what teaches us about how best to live in the present, so as to have our desired future. Thanks for reading