Paul Gerard Reed

Before I Grew Up - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

There was bread baking on the hearth
Acker played ‘Stranger On The Shore’
There were all manner of wondrous things
All of them now no more;

I played football in the street
And read books in bed with a torch
Drank fizzy orange from the ‘pop man’
Left muddy wellies in the porch;

Ate my favourite mince and dumplings
Hated cheese and fish
Stuck together bits of model planes
In efforts distinctly amateurish;

Refused to wear glasses
Even though extremely long-sighted
Ran home from school with my report
My progress and shortcomings highlighted;

None of these things I do any more
I have left those lovely times behind
But how I wish I could go back
For one hour to let the past unwind;

Savour once again those boyish moments
Spent with dear Mam and Dad
I could tell them again that I loved them
From the heart of their little lad

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 7, 2014

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