I wonder what it is like For kids to laugh and play, And unreservedly scream and shout At the top of their little lungs, As they race each other to a finish line. To be so carefree and without worry— Remind me what that is like, To be childlike in an unfair world Of littleContinue reading “Silliness in the Sun”
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I Ate Seven Ice Blocks
There’s a sense of childlike joy you feel chasing after ice cream trucks down the street. And I find it a little ironic because I never did that as a kid. Not because I wasn’t allowed to, but just because we had ice cream at home. It was simply more expensive to buy them fromContinue reading “I Ate Seven Ice Blocks”
Strawberry Milk
FADE IN: INT. SUBURBAN HOMES – NIGHT WE OPEN on Discord. Four friends sit at their computers, in contrastingly lit rooms, chatting with each other on a voice channel with their cameras on. While doing their own things, they talk about foods they miss eating and stumble into an argument over the best flavour ofContinue reading “Strawberry Milk”
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In the place of a loved memory lives another photo. She picked up the small photo frame that once sat on her windowsill; it belonged in front of a flowerbed of lavender, rosemary and honey bees. She gazed at the photo lovingly, but expressed a hint of melancholy in her smile. It was merely anContinue reading “Placeholder”
I Can Fly
On sunny days we run around our garden Chasing butterflies near the flowers, Because we want to do that too – We want to be free and fly. So when I sit on the swing, I call for my mum – She pushes me like a strong wind So I can fly very high inContinue reading “I Can Fly”
Piggybank
Every day my dad comes home from work I give him a big tight hug, He hugs me back with a smile, And pulls out change from his pocket. He tells me to put it in my piggy bank, But sometimes I’m allowed to spend money On snacks at the school canteen Because he spoilsContinue reading “Piggybank”
Chicken and Corn Soup
When my head gets hot, And my voice won’t come out, And I can’t get out of bed, My mum makes me chicken and corn soup. It’s like a magical potion That’s not like yucky medicine; It’s yummy and soothes my throat, And makes my days in bed a little better.
The Nighttime
My bed is full of stuffed toys; Lots of cute faces and squishy bodies, That keep me safe at night From the monsters under my bed. Sometimes scary things creep up in the dark, But I know I am safe Because they are right beside me, And I know I am not alone.
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