Tag Archives: Childhood Reminiscence

Perfect Timing

Setting Sun looked beautiful and twilight was mesmerizing,
There she was as usual playing with her little one,
Her small one has grown up and she’s two & a quarter now,
God has blessed her with one of his precious ones,
Twinkle in her little eyes and the charming smile made her cute and adorable,
Everything is complete if she had conveyed emotions more than in actions,
It’s her age to talk and sing but somehow that string remained unattached.

Rubbing salt into her wound,her maid stated her baby to be dumb,
Those stinging words tore her world apart, But her little one’s innocent smile boosted her energy,
Closing her eyes and indulging the pain, she hugged her little gem, promised herself to be beside her sweetheart always.

To her surprise, a sweet and delicate voice was heard,
Her eyes couldn’t believe her ears and filled up with tears,
There stood her baby asking “Mom, where did daddy go?”,
And there was no stopping her from that moment.

Hide & Seek (by Russell Crabtree)

Hide & Seek

Hide and seek,

Close your eyes and do not peep;

Count slowly one to ten

All the kids run off and then,

They start to hide

Lots of fun

Even for the one who’s ” On “;

Today it’s me let me see

Where have they gone?

” Jack, it’s you I can see your shoe! “

” Bill, you’re ” dead ” I can see your leg!”

” Mary, you’re there I can see your hair! “;

All the boys and girls played,

Knew all their names

Played lots of other games,

Now nearly all caught and back to base

Still one I’ve to got to trace

Excitement built tension to the hilt

Searching for the final kid

It’s that crafty Sid;

There’s a noise down the ginnel

I must go, steady steady steady;

It’s my Mother

” Russell, your tea’s ready!”

it’s a brilliant game

Hide and Seek

(Russell Crabtree is a member of Writers Assemble – the local community development initiative of Destiny Poets)

        

Tomboy:A Childhood Reminiscence

She’s got no claws,

she’s got no sting

but still she gushes in my blood;

she punctures holes in

in my thick old skin

she puts dead roses back to bud,

I held up pictures

of her climbing trees

Boys couldn’t reach those

far-off heights,but banged their

heads and cracked their fall.

then crawled back up

to kiss her knees.

(Copyright in this work has been asserted by Martin Nicholson)