Child's Play

For my sweet poem people

lets do what we used to do
you remember
back in the olden days
we would run around
in the yard and play
and hate to see the sun go down
cause we knew
that would be the end of our day
like all good moms
she would yell out the door
time to come in
tomorrow I will play with you again

Author's Note

pretty sappy huh?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Then and now. How happy the then seems in comparison to the present. Children have so much fun. They know how to play. Grown ups don't always play as nice as children do. Felt the edge here Jeff. Bitter/sweet are your words.

Chris

[LostSage]

I used the exact same words to answer another reviewer. bitter-sweet. the children are running around having fun, laughing and screaming. the adults know how scary the world is. this was meant to be a happy poem... but somehow it is tainted. blessings for sweet day on you Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jeff. Middle of the night and wide awake. I am an insomniac. Thank goodness for poetry sites :)

[LostSage]

I had to look it up 5 am your time. I only sleep 3 hours at a time. you stay with me whenever you want

[John the Baptist]

Not really. How did we stay so happy on those summer days? Now, I have to get back in the a/c ASAP.

[LostSage]

all the poems seem so sad. I wanted to write something nice. but it really is bitter sweet. thanks john. now crank up the AC

[Fran Marie]

My mama told Me, you better shop around
No wait my mama told me I could play
until the street lights come on..then I
best be gittin' inside or face a whoopin'

"wanna play?" Chuckle said that; not me

a fun read.. nice

[LostSage]

I learned real quick to listen to mama. I don't want no whooping. she would reach in the drawer and pull out the pancake turner