Childhood is bent CandyLand cards under sticky fingered grasps
and mac 'n cheese from a box
Childhood is the fort that is a rocket ship, a house, a bed, and a cradle for the fragile imagination that birthed the blanket draped over the back of the couch
Childhood is that never ending ride on a swingset, and under-dogs from the gust of ego boosting wind when you get praise
Childhood is cheerios glued onto paper for the kindergarten class
the one your mother told you belonged in the MOMA
Childhood is knees bruised and nail polished chipped, hair tangled and grandma's harsh but loving words
Childhood is the pink puffy coat that you longed for as your parents tugged you through Macy's, offering you piggy back rides when your pink shod feet got sore
Childhood is playdates and best friends glued at the hip "forever"
Childhood was so innocent and pure
something less cherished and more lived
childhood,
something longed for and forgotten
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