***my Childish Memories*** Poem by aira olayvar

Reminiscing the past of the memories that lasts,

Where there was once, the Power Rangers blasts…

The child watching the super heroes’ scenes,

Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman… imagining them real.


Remembering the story of the child who was once just playing-

The music of her soul in silent fantasies…

Day dreaming, in the drawing she was talking…

Making friends with the unknown, existing strange realities.

It was then that I knew Mr. Moon; we were then having a good conversation.

He was far yet so near… in every night under the moonlight.

Mutable in his own way, sometimes he is half sometimes full.


It was then that I make believe, that one day soon-

When I grow-up, all my wishes will come true…

It was the promises of her, my ever twinkling little star…

Thought life being adult was the easiest way.

But life being a child is much better than the other way.

For it was then that the laughing is often,

It was then that the heart is happy with content.

My childish memories, I have you as a heartfelt…

The warmth of my mother’s love, the kisses of my sister’s love…

Held deep from the core of my heart… In the roads of distant travels,

In the foreign lands in the middle of it and its survivors…

With all the loving memories of my childish days.


-aira