A Poem About Childhood: Just Reminiscing
Remembering Childhhood Days Under the Caribbean Sun
Hey, do you remember, John
Those sunny days when we were young?
Under the sun, we did our sums
And played until the evening comes
Pebbles skipped on golden pond
Ripples reaching far beyond
We dreamt of places far away
And pledged to see the world someday
Franklyn, shy and quiet son
You and the sea were one
Your passion was the ocean wide
You always woke to catch the tide
The moody ocean knew our names
It drew us like a mesmeric flame
Our playground was the sand and sea
Where the spirit still yearns to be
Industrious birds building nests
Frigates with bright orange breasts
Blackbirds high in the tamarind tree
Singing sweetly, happy and free
Remember when we were a team
And life was always what it seemed
John, Franklyn, Marilyn and Lou
I dedicate this poem to you
Legs like sticks, we danced to the drum
And laughed at old men drunk on rum
The grass was green; the days were long
Hey, do you remember, John
We made the long walk into town
Greeting folks as we strolled along
Food and drink they'd offered to share
Life was simple; we hadn't a care
The times were good, although austere
And there were never much to spare
Bless Mama; she was solid gold
With more love than any heart should hold
Was it a dream? How real it seem (s)
Time moves on, leaving just a gleam
Through windows showing what had been
And a childhood we can never redeem
We were young souls learning to run
Into a future that had barely begun
Life is the sum of moments gone
Oh.. but do you remember, John?
