What matters

I saw a little girl today, so tender and so fair,
With smiling eyes so full of love and locks of auburn hair,
With her face so full of youth, one thing came shining through,
Just how I miss my childhood, when all my dreams came true ,

When Santa was my bestest friend, he used to bring me dolls,
He brought me lots of clothes as well including skirts and shawls,
I washed them on a Monday, then hung them on the line,
Then went to clean my dolls house until I saw it shine,

I had my share of prams as well because I was so rough,
I used to race them down the hill while filled with lots of stuff,
If they crashed and then so broke, that wasn't a bad thing
I made a go-kart from the wheels with wood and bits of string

I used to play at house back then, with dusters and a mop,
Then took my little pinny off and done my weekly shop
Things were so much simpler when I played with plastic money,
Now you pay with plastic cards and hoovering's not so funny,

Sometimes being an adult stinks, but it never gets that bad,
That I can't see my childhood back then think of it as sad,
So when things get too much for me and I just want to cry,
I'll search until I find my childhood and never let it die.

 

© Copyright Claira Jo 2008