Poetry: Childhood

poetryChildhood

It is never too late 

To return

 

To innocence

To listen to the sounds

Of faithful old friends

Toys once loved

Long forgotten

To stare into the eyes of dolls

You once adored

Marvelling at the wonder

That is your return

Binging them back to life

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Thanks for the read.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s