Young eyes
Waking up in the morning, fluffy white slippers and messy hair.
Bright rays of sunlight, shining through the window cracks.
The warming smell of freshly made pancakes coming from the kitchen counter
The perfect stacks of washed dishes waiting to be put away.
A trail of couch pillows lying on the living room carpet.
One, two, three, jump!
The sound of laughter as we played like superheroes.
40 inch TV playing as loud as police sirens at full blast.
Popcorn prints and sticky fingerprints left all behind.
The gentle wind blowing past while running up and down the side walks.
Tears from a bruise, the scrapes caused by the rough cement.
All that time spent with no regrets.
No responsibilities, no stress, no nothing just you and the world.
Everything taken for granted, all those moments, all those memories.
All those wishes to grow, up all misunderstood.
What had initially inspired me to write this poem was looking back at old pictures of myself growing up.Going back and looking at that bring back so many mixed emotions of what my childhood used to be.While writing this peace, lots of thoughts and emotions came up, reflecting what life used to be. I find it easy, sort of as if it was yesterday when it just happened. When writing this my main goal was to give as much detail as possible to make the reader feel as if they were there with me. In order to make this happen I started by structuring my poem from the moment where I wake up and work my way along the day in the most amount of detail on what I recall a normal day in my life was.
Reading your poem not only brought back some childhood memories but as well expressed one of the most underappreciated ideas and moments we live as we grow up. The title as well greatly introduces the poem itself.
--John Meza
I enjoyed reading your poem not only because it made me have nostalgia but also because I believe all of us are growing up so fast that we forget to enjoy these moments with our loved ones, you really have a way with writing poems and going into detail with your writing.
--Nashana Hernandez