Childhood Memories

I used to be a patient child,

Before my father got wild.

He looked at me in the ocean of love,

And also like a flying dove.

I used to jump with my buddies,

Having all those cute, little goodies.

My teacher would throw a fit,

If everyone wouldn't sit.

I used to walk under the radiant sun,

feeling the freshness and having fun.

Flowers would surround me,

Along with the buzzing bees.

I sharpened my teacher's pencils,

And made a mess in all her essentials.

She would start to taunt me,

If I tried to flee.

As I return from those hazy memories,

I feel they are my treasury.

To turn back to the past,

And call upon those memories.