Childhood Comments

The memories of childhood sweet or sour, Make a person bloom as crimson flower; Lovely poem, lovely lines..and true! ! Wish I could give a hundred of 10's..you have to deal with only one, sorry..

When I think of the affectionate bower, I feel as fresh as if I just had a shower. Rachel Ann Butler

What beautiful sentiment C.P. I especially the last line in the last verse, very descriptive. A smashing poem this. Ruthy: -D

memoirs of life always rejunevate us.........and childhood rememberances a great tonic to live............in what ever form the rememberance is always like green leaf.... a beautiful piece of memory.......

wow sir.......such a delightful piece......those childhood days will remain engraved in our hearts forever......thanks for writing this.

A delightful piece! I enjoyed the easy read, and found it invoked my own childhood memories! Very well written! 10/10

the cycle of childhood rolls over all universal landslides... everyone everywhere more or less same...your sweet memoir brings good attention to persuade me to look into mine for a moment........thanks for sharing/salu

Oh C.P. I trully enjoyed this.. How innocent can this be? I enjoyed the line about the mom's lemonade, it took me back to the days of my youth in the hot summer, and such a treat to have mom's lemonade... This was trully good.... Bonnie

'childhood' makes my mind re connect to the past...my childhood days.....though i havent really experienced those things children loves playing..but i love your poem...it helped me find out that there's no more heartaches of being born as an Only child..having a very protective parents....thanks for your piece...sir... my 10+++for this....

Amazing diction. I love the way you structured this poem, and how you depicted the ways of childhood.10+

I like the last part of your poem. Great job, I enjoyed it. If only we could go back for a little bit. Re-living our childhoods

Thank you for sharing your warm memories with your readers. The last stanza is especially appealing. Warm regards, Sandra

Ah, sweet, subliming memories of childhood - lovely revived here...