Childhood Memories

In the attic of memory, dusty and old,

Childhood tales, like treasures, unfold.

Hopscotch patterns and kite-flying high,

Chasing echoes of a limitless sky.

Climbing trees like daring explorers,

In the world of make-believe, bold restorers.

Teddy bear picnics and bedtime tales,

In the warmth of nostalgia, the heart prevails.

Lemonade stands on a sunny afternoon,

In the reel of innocence, an endless boon.

Pigtails and scraped knees, badges we wore,

In the gallery of youth, forever adore.

Giggles that echoed in the neighborhood air,

Casting wishes on dandelions with care.

The carousel of time, forever it turns,

In the kaleidoscope of memory, our past is discerned.