Morn A Child

I morn a child today.

Remembrances of Easter eggs and candy corn
Run through my mind making my heart forlorn.

Feeling the breeze during a drive to the beach
Are capped by memories being attentive to teach.

Riding log flumes through a misty spray
Are highlights for many a vacation day.

Driving to the movies for popcorn treats,
Coming home to sing of cartoon song feats.

Cuddling up with mom with a runny nose,
And being sung into a drowsy doze.

Going on a treasure hunt to find treasure with dad,
Tracking mud to show off, making mom mad.

I morn a childhood today.


This poem brought to you by the Writing Challenge at The Sunday Whirl. Share your submission with me. I’d love to see it!

3 comments on “Morn A Child

    • I learned in school that poems didn’t have to rhyme, but I never found that I could actually love poems that don’t. 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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