THE FORGOTTEN VOICE: -- “CHILDHOOD”
Childhood
A time when all are available, possible, loving, smiles is the language and expectations
from the whole bores
Childhood
Where humbleness, openness, fear covered,
innocence realized,
A time where even the little
of the littlest peace of eatables
Is , a pleasure when another person accepts from you as an offer.
A time where all languages,
care, attitudes, races, skin color,
superiority, inferiority, privileges, praises on almighty
from whatever corner of pegs are humbled onto the childhood protection.
A time when all are available, possible, loving, smiles is the language and expectations
from the whole bores
Childhood
Where humbleness, openness, fear covered,
innocence realized,
A time where even the little
of the littlest peace of eatables
Is , a pleasure when another person accepts from you as an offer.
A time where all languages,
care, attitudes, races, skin color,
superiority, inferiority, privileges, praises on almighty
from whatever corner of pegs are humbled onto the childhood protection.
Childhood
At least even the most despicable personalities,
the most feared, and all sorts of canny characters do smile at,
expresses joy and others find reasons,
and meaning to live on earth in order to up bring childhood to responsibility.
Childhood
A time that all heeds to counsels, advises, and
dark chapter of annoyance is forgotten within minutes.
Childhood
If only adulthood could emulate your shadows, visions,
at least tempts of influence, probably the gods would have not been drying plants,
hardening soils with sunshine,
the nights would have not been very dark,
at least the moon would have not shied away from her roles.
Childhood
A time when your identity is reminded in tones and sounds,
its acceptance and comfort in throws from yesterday, today and hopes is,
told to you off,
on how tomorrow shall be of granary full, water to quench thirst, animals to afford happiness.
Childhood
If only adulthood ever recognizes and dreams of the tides, and bonds bonded while in nurses,
the grindings they performed successfully through hymns, songs, bird sounds, riddles
If only they adulthood could divorce dirt’s completely, and not cover it through,
white teeth, wasteful beads alignments, destruction of tender anti-hills,
sealing of anger, and gluttony through use of cracks, boots, drying and cutting of thorns, melting of needles, dumping syringes, exporting trees, drying waters..........
Childhood,
Oh
Childhood my time.
Poems by
Jomeo K Richard,
Governance Chairperson,
Forum for Women in Democracy Alumni Association
