Ian's Messy Desk

Childhood Treasures

The days have long since slipped away,
when this child’s carefree life played out.
And yet, within the cares of life,
some trace remains, of childhood treasures.

Each note of music played recalls
some childhood study, some youthful song
or music making in the house.

Each opened book brings to mind
the basement shelves, full of adventure,
of stories far beyond the bounds of home,
yet strangely near.

Each entertainment hints at
games, puzzles, toys
and romps together in the park.

Each life decision made founded on
prayers shared together,
conversations at the table and
lessons from the Word.

Those childhood days have passed.
I have put off childish things.
Yet, within the cares of life
some trace remains, of childhood treasures.

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Nice job. You're in my top five.

Love this poem. I've been back a few times to re-read it.

Thanks. You're in my Top 5.