Giant Oaks And Childhood - Poem by Sofia Darling
Giant oaks and childhood
When weapons were a conker, on a string
And I still remember when we fell asleep
Talking about things we wanted to do
Before we die.
You've always been the fourth leaf to my
A racing horse, a pair of skis
Only you remember when I cried
The day my Daddy
Wooden floors and secrets
Under the tables in
Grandma's little house
And I told you, all about
The fairies in the night.
Two single cells together
On the waves of younger days always
Finding, a way
To let the sun shine through.
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