last night i lay dreaming of childhood past
in a golden world only a child
as lucky as me
who knew innately that everything is
a part of everything you see
where dandelions seed wishes could be blown
all the way to the moon
and pulling honeysuckle blossom stamens
backward through
would reward you with a drop of sweet
honey on the end of your tongue
BUT i awoke
to tin soldiers marching in rows
poisoning and tromping
no cares in their world
as devastation and sadness
seeped deep into my pores
and reality so madly
came knocking at my door
Orgyofthemind 
lily, this is good! I very rarely write of my own childhood; it is important to keep a child’s view along side the adult view; i look forward to reading more of your thoughts -v
lily, i really like this; i don’t often write of childhood memories; it is good to keep the views of a child along side one’s adult views; i look forward to more of your thoughts; and lovely background 🙂
The background is pretty awesome isn’t it, the photopgraher is my favorite:) Thank you sincerely, it was tough to put it out here but your encouragement sure helps, quite a bit actually. I hope to grow and continue on and maybe, just maybe, put some of my really old writing that I have never revealed to the light of day on here too. We shall see. Lily
This. I see “you” here in this. If you don’t start writing again I will do… oh let’s just say “Whitey Things” muaaahahahahaha!
Agreed, it’s in my blood, I need to bleed;)