Little Things Poem

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By Michael Shane

Thoughts of a childhood memory!

 This is an old poem I thought I would share with the whole world. I have been writing poetry since I was a little boy. This particular poem was written about 20 years ago....Hope you enjoy or it helps bring back memories for you....

 

Little Things

Some things in life seem big, when small.

Looking up to Daddy, he seems so tall!

 

As a child, front yards seem to go forever...

Grandma's advice, she's so clever.

 

Trees seem so high, clouds unable to reach!

sitting in the swing, eating a fresh grown peach.

 

Running free in the meadows with the sun going down.

Looking out the window, riding in the car through town.

 

Now, I'm grown! Everything seems so smaller...

I wonder why..We have to grow taller..

 

Memories captured from past time thoughts in my mind.

I seek the future, don't look behind..

 

Going for walks, reaching new land.

Little footsteps in the ocean sand...

 

Learning to do new things, little things like that...

Seems, my head was so small! When wearing Daddy's hat.

 

Catching lightning bugs in the back yard.

Life was easy, never too hard!

 

Now, I'm grown and everything seems so smaller!

I wonder, why we have to grow taller!

 

Walking near danger, mother holding my hand.

These little things and little ways..

 

Climbing up tree houses, oh so high!

Waving to good friends, goodbye!

 

Reaching higher grades each year of school.

Hoping to be liked, hoping to look cool!

 

First time crushes and little things like this....

Wouldn't trade it for the world, for I would miss....

 

The little things, I hold special in my heart.

Ol' Memories, please! Never depart..

 

Now, I'm grown and everything seems so smaller!

I wonder, why we have to grow taller?

 

 

Thanks for reading an old poem of mine! Can you relate to these childhood memories? Hope to hear from you....Sincerely,

Michael Gladden

 

 

Comments

carolina muscle profile image

carolina muscle Level 1 Commenter 2 years ago

That's a goodie. I love it!

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Michael Shane Hub Author 2 years ago

Thanks! Carolina Muscle....I may put more of my poems on hubpages in the near future.

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obsexed 2 years ago

I love your poem, and yes, I can relate...it brings back memories. Thanks!

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Michael Shane Hub Author 2 years ago

Thanks for comments obsexed!

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Art 4 Life 2 years ago

what a cute poem...and yes it brought back many happy memories of being a child...great hub!

I pushed your green button!

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Michael Shane Hub Author 2 years ago

Thank you Art 4 life!

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MFB III 2 years ago

while dreaming of my childhood sweetheart.

the little boy in me

ran giggling like a

wild tumbleweed to play with her

in the meadow of maybeland

where no one ever grows old

and the sun is always ten years warm..

and puddles are whole worlds to wade in...

sail paper boats...and watch clouds drift earthbound

in the rains mirror...we hold hands and dash over meadows

of forget-me-nots and chase all the grown up doldrums

with a butterfly net...casting them into a cave

and sealing it with big smiles.....

then we share endless hours of

nothing to do but have fun...

be funny and laugh at the silliest things..

and this goes on as it used to

when we were younger...forever and a grin

and then with a breathless fear and elation

I kiss her on her dainty cheek

and run away before the blush breaks full.

Excellent poem Michael...you took me back to the days....~~~MFB III

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Michael Shane Hub Author 2 years ago

Great poem as well MFB! Thanks for stopping by & adding your great poem!

usman 18 months ago

in this poem the poet says that we should not take the little things as worthless and useless due to there littleness. We should have in maind that all big bodies are made up of little particles.a little drope pf water make mighty seas .Small graines of sands make a beautiful wast land.similerly our little misstakes and wrong doings take us away from the right path to the valle of sins.little words of love can our foes our friend

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