Jan 12
Just once,
May I cradle
That child I hushed.
For youth I rushed,
And thoughts I pushed.
She was scared,
And forever flushed.
An innocent heart,
Squandered,
And crushed.
And now she lives,
With no recollection,
Of being a kid.
May I cradle
That child I hushed.
For youth I rushed,
And thoughts I pushed.
She was scared,
And forever flushed.
An innocent heart,
Squandered,
And crushed.
And now she lives,
With no recollection,
Of being a kid.
This poem is personal to me, as it talks about how some had to grow up quite fast, missing out on the beauty of childhood and innocence. If you can relate to this, I hear you and I am proud of you.
