Happy International Children's Day from JiPo@Olive Garden: Poetry, Galas, Vacations, and Lots of Innocent Love...

My Childhood

My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,

My childhood was filled,
With tricycles and bicycles,
My childhood is filled,
With lots of classwork and homework,
My childhood is filled,
With parents that don’t work,
A annoying loving brother and sister's,
This is my childhood,
My childhood is filled,
With a grandmother that was caring and loving,
When I left her,

I was hurt,
But it's for the best,
I remember the good and happy times,
We shared together,
This was my loving childhood,
That I will not forget,
This was my childhood.

A Child in the Garden

When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."

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