Special Friend Poem

Poem About The Joy Of Childhood Friendships

I dedicate this poem to my cousin, Megan, because when I was younger, we would always play together in her backyard in the field of flowers.

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Beautiful poem. My aunt passed away yesterday. She was 85. A couple of years ago just by chance, we caught her on video as she came across a swing. She said, "I want to swing." We were all...

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Child Memories

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.

When I was a young girl,
We used to play
Out in the field
Of flowers all day.
There were roses and daisies
And lilies, too.
We used to trade them,
Saying from me to you.

At lunchtime we'd have
A picnic in the field.
We'd go get the basket
And eat a good meal.
There were muffins and chocolates
And berries, too.
We would even get
A cookie or two.

Oh, the life of the young ones
Was such a beautiful phase.
We would look at the field
And happily gaze.

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by Bindu A, Tirunelveli
5 years ago

i remembered my childhood days...with my cousins and sisters...plucking flowers, feeding cats and dogs.

by Charlita Anderson
5 years ago

Beautiful poem. My aunt passed away yesterday. She was 85. A couple of years ago just by chance, we caught her on video as she came across a swing. She said, "I want to swing." We were all crying. Today, I posted the video to our family website with the first six lines of your poem. We have that memory and your poem was perfect. Thank you. -Charlita

by Shagun Mutreja
8 years ago

My Childhood Days, Golden Days...

When I was a small girl,
The whole world was like a pearl.
I want to fly and touch the sky,
But it was too high.
It was heaven all there,
Breathe and play in fresh air.
World was full of loveliness.
My mom and dad loved always.
It was the time when I lived in dreams.
In my mind, running many themes.
Journey takes the whole day.
This was my childhood day.
No tension, no worries.
These were my sweet memories.
But today, a busy life,
Worries and tension but no time.
Now I feel so alone.
Where has my childhood gone?
Wish I could get back,
My doll, colors, and toy racks...

by Balram Mandal
5 years ago

It's really a wonderful poem. Thank you so much for remembering sweet memories of my childhood...