CHILDHOOD
by John T. Baker
Blissful rounds of mirth and magic,
Years of innocence and awe,
Cosseted by simple pleasures
Now but memories.

Swiftly flew the fragrant hours,
Ever faster sped the days;
All too soon was childhood ended
Save for memories.

Reinforced by recollection,
Vivid stay those absent scenes;
Long-since vanished blithe companions
Live in memories.

Stored away now wrapped in tissue,
Tied with ribbons faded pale,
Relics from that world of wonders,
Treasured memories.