Childhood Tea


As I sit and drink my tea,
I think of you and I think of me.
How we laughed and how we played.
Sometimes cried, but always stayed—
close.

Sitting in a pile of sand,
pretending to be in a far off land.
Kings and princesses, knights with dress,
the sand we played became a mess;
staying closer.

These places within our minds,
these childhood days would always find,
a time called ‘all-our-own’.
These places with us, now we’re grown;
are keeping us close.

As we sat among shaded trees,
mud dried clothes and scabbed knees.
Sun glowing on our faces,
the reflection of playful traces;
growing closer.

The child in us soon to part,
always remembering in the heart;
Forever close.
Copyrighted: 2001 CMM

Stuffed Tiger


 


Hello Tiger, here you sit with a silly face.
Why are you sad? You have a special place.

In my world you represent the time
of a Saturday evening of laughter and wine.

I saw you at a carnival game,
we won, and home with me you came.

Sitting in my room on a special chest,
cheering me as I lay to rest.

You’re large and you’re furry, nice to own,
stuffed softly without a single bone.

But a heart you have, for it is mine,
a fondness of you to remember the time.

The Saturday Night of carnival fun,
bringing you home at the setting sun.

copyrighted: 1988 CMM