Childhood Is Past

I am too old to play with dolls
Or dress up in mothers' clothes
Too old by far to make mud pies
Or fancy castles made of sand
Far too old for bunny slippers
Or cuddles from teddy bears
And no more bedtime fairy stories
Or loud games with youg friends
Yet there are no regrets
Now childhood is past
As the years have gone rolling by
For when at times, I sit alone
I still play in my imagination

by Marilyn Shepperson

Comments (4)

Marilyn I still love to play like a child because it helps you remember all the things you never had. I for one was quite a poor child and I had to make up toys and games as I did with my children and I still do with my grand children, when I see them. Child like things should never stop they should just be packed away ready to come out when you need them. Your poem brought back so many memmories cheers Sylvie
Well... Today I have my Birthday and your poem suits my thoughts today... Best wishes :)
You're never to old to cuddle a teddy, Marilyn. As for sand castles, you should see mine! For some of us, childhood never leaves. Love, Fran xx
What a delightful sharing and a lovely penning. Sincerely, Debora