Valsa George


Before and Now


As a little child, with the fall of dusk
I used to sit with drooping eyelids on my desk
The moment I slumped on to my cot
Fell into sweet repose sans weary thought

In my sleep I dreamt of angels and fairies
Walked with them munching sweet berries
Sailing with clouds and moon beams
We roamed and strayed into Heaven's seams

Any where I could sleep as rest came abrupt
Deep was my slumber with nothing to interrupt
Until sun's hot rays came pricking on my face,
Thoroughly lost to the world I lay in dreamy ease

I was ever happy and jocund as could be
Neither life's miseries nor its trials did vex me
Never been hungry, naked or deprived
And in my parent's care, I did fully abide

Those I count as the sweetest of our days
When innocence played upon every little face
And sleep came lulling in a winsome way
To little children even while lying on hay

Those days of fun and frolic have gone for ever
Now I turn and toss on my comfy bed in fear
How happy were those days when young and free
Being safely sheltered from all deceit and worry

With all those lovely years merged into our past
Can we, into that bliss, once more be cast
Free of all overriding passion in our breast
And at night gliding into undisturbed, dreamy rest

Submitted: Sunday, January 11, 2015

Topic of this poem: childhood

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  • Veteran Poet - 4,431 Points Savita Tyagi (1/25/2015 9:01:00 AM)

    Those lovely days of childhood were best. With all those lovely years merged into our past
    Can we, into that bliss, once more be cast
    Free of all overriding passion in our breast
    And at night gliding into undisturbed, dreamy rest. Beautiful lines of longing. Enjoyed the whole poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,194 Points Brian Johnston (1/17/2015 1:57:00 AM)

    Wow, how amazingly diverse human experience is. Although raised in a financially secure home, and with loving parents, I was never so happy as when I was able to leave my childhood behind and see myself as my own master. Just one example of the trama in my youth... The kids visiting their Grandmother next door told me (I was about 6 years old I think) that they had put a firebomb under my house that would burn my house down that night. I awoke from a nightmare believing that the house was on fire and that we were all so to die. So traumatic was this event that I refused to admit to dreaming until I was in my twenties. Instead I told myself that dream like events were just day dreams and that since I was not really asleep I was always in control, it was just my imagination after all.

    Living in a tough part of town I was also fearful of attacks from gangs of kids that would occasionally prey on others as well. These days, living in a nicer neighborhood, I sleep much more securely in my old age.

    True security is probably almost always an illusion however in this world. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,027 Points Kumarmani Mahakul (1/15/2015 12:53:00 AM)

    'Those days of fun and frolic have gone for ever
    Now I turn and toss on my comfy bed in fear
    How happy were those days when young and free
    Being safely sheltered from all deceit and worry'- - -Very nicely penned. Best comparison of past and present. Many thanks madam. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,301 Points Daniel Brick (1/14/2015 8:50:00 PM)

    My experience connects with yours in four areas of this poem 1) MOST of my childhood dreams were benign
    2) Sleep was total, absolute, undisturbed, restful 3) Our parents were always sheltering and caring for us. (Later I wished there would be company in the house) .4) All of that is OVER and sleep is hard to reach, rarely lasts more than three hours, is filled with restlessness. Such is human life. Emerson wrote no person over 30 can wake up completely happy. Hmmm. As always your poem is a pleasure to read with its graceful lines and encompassing rhymes and its truth-telling. (Report) Reply

    Veteran Poet - 3,194 Points Brian Johnston (1/17/2015 2:33:00 AM)

    Actually Daniel, I can think of at least two things that would make me completely happy on almost any morning, #1 A cold Dr. Pepper in the fridge, and #2 A letter from any poet I like on PH.

  • Bronze Star - 7,301 Points Daniel Brick (1/14/2015 8:50:00 PM)

    My experience connects with yours in four areas of this poem 1) MOST of my childhood dreams were benign
    2) Sleep was total, absolute, undisturbed, restful 3) Our parents were always sheltering and caring for us. (Later I wished there would be company in the house) .4) All of that is OVER and sleep is hard to reach, rarely lasts more than three hours, is filled with restlessness. Such is human life. Emerson wrote no person over 30 can wake up completely happy. Hmmm. As always your poem is a pleasure to read with its graceful lines and encompassing rhymes and its truth-telling. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,762 Points Diane Hine (1/14/2015 12:52:00 AM)

    Short answer - no.
    Sorry Valsa, I couldn't resist that.
    A child could never appreciate beautiful poetry like this, so there's one consolation. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,807 Points Bri Edwards (1/13/2015 10:59:00 PM)

    my favorite lines:

    Until sun's hot rays came pricking on my face,
    Thoroughly lost to the world I lay in dreamy ease

    Akhtar, below, says their was no TV in childhood. and maybe for him (a little older i believe & in Pakistan) there WAS no TV. but here in a middle class family in the u.s. there was TV in our house before i was ten years old at least, in the late 1950s. but i too looked back fondly on my childhood, with the innocence, the ignorance, the carefreedom to climb trees (though i did climb a tree just this week to saw some branches) , to catch frogs, and to build huts in the woods.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    thank goodness, i still have no trouble getting to sleep, AND, for now at least, i don't wet the bed anymore [maybe you say any more in India? ]. of course i DO get up once or twice most nights to pee, but i fall back to sleep easily.

    When senility strikes some people, maybe then they have the carefreedom again? [yes, i made up a word, i think]

    Have you tried sleeping pills? Thanks for sharing, Valsa. bri :)

    Bri's Before And Now

    As a boy I was happy and spoiled.
    My Mom washed all the clothes i soiled.
    Perhaps I did not KNOW I was happy,
    but I think I rarely ever felt crappy.

    I could play games with my friend.
    It's too bad childhood has to end.
    Then it's bills and chores for sure;
    for growing up, there's no real cure.

    But NOT all grownups are successful,
    as life can be HARSH, and STRESSFUL.
    But I've been lucky, I must say, for........
    at night sleep comes when I hit the hay. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 15,387 Points Valsa George (1/14/2015 10:49:00 AM)

    Quite nice Bri! Your ability for instant versification is admirable indeed! Quite humorous too! You are a kid in many ways, so quick to sleep and excessively fond of ice creams!

  • Freshman - 2,320 Points Paul Sebastian (1/13/2015 4:01:00 AM)

    Beautifully rhymed and well metered poem tracing childhood's care-free innocent life. There a sudden transition into the reality of adulthood. Stark comparison. I particularly liked:

    ' Those I count as the sweetest of our days
    When innocence played upon every little face
    And sleep came lulling in a winsome way
    To little children even while lying on hay ' (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,689 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/13/2015 2:42:00 AM)

    Childhood experiences are ever remembered and great moments of joy it gives. When we grow old and things are to be seen in seriousness of life and sometimes the life itself experiences mixed reactions of sorrow and happiness which we have to adjust. A great writing from the great poet. Likes it. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,292 Points Salini Nair (1/13/2015 2:01:00 AM)

    How happy were those days when young and free
    Being safely sheltered from all deceit and worry............................. very nostalgic..nice (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,900 Points Rajesh Thankappan (1/12/2015 8:55:00 AM)

    Warm sunny days of childhood are the best days in a man's life where as you rightly point out, ' Sleep came lulling in a winsome way/To little children even while lying on hay.' Those were the days when we had no serious worries and we looked upon things with a wonder in our eyes. Now coming back to the poem, without any second thought, I can say it is a real treasure. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 417 Points Kavya . (1/12/2015 1:34:00 AM)

    absolutely right and loved this poem which is a harsh fact! Yes Mam..those days are gone forever...wish we can rewind and travel to those past days, where we were never bothered by the lifes miseries and were under the careful custody of our parents..........
    today when i look back to those days, feel that we were actually totally unaware of what our parents were goin thru then, as it never came to our knowledge, and we led a very carefree life! ! ! Thats childhood and the innocence that goes with it!
    A very sweet poem Mam...absolutely loved it! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,738 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (1/11/2015 12:22:00 PM)

    Wandering back in thought childhood's happy days, days of innocence and truth, free from worldly strife....Valsa....
    those were the golden days gone forever.....great reminiscence yet touching indeed.......10 (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,865 Points Geetha Jayakumar (1/11/2015 11:11:00 AM)

    Beautiul poem Valsa, Where innocent childhood memories are often sweet as lullaby songs. May be one enjoys the most, under shade of loving parents. Beautiful concluding lines. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 20,658 Points Akhtar Jawad (1/11/2015 8:13:00 AM)

    A beautiful recollection of childhood when there was no TV no internet. Innocent children were truly innocent, Although our mental age was not as much as the today's children have but we had the golden innocence the true beauty of childhood. It's a wonderful poem.......................10 (Report) Reply

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