Childhood Poem by Laura Venter

Childhood,
filled with dreams and forbiden belief,
in what ever could you could see,
the naughty child,
was not me,
only framed in the love of sisterlyhood,
my time as a child
was short and sour
and i have been thinking about it for an hour
and have come to the conclusion
that wat i know
is only an alusion
of what my mother had wished me to think
and i remember how my gran was now,
but now the thought,
of my childhood is now erased forever,
because i cannot it bear