Childhood

By: Gillian Knaebel

Alone to my thoughts, to my terrors,

Wishing upon days we were careless,

Remembering a time, 

Like a nursery rhyme,

Where our greatest fears were that of the fearless.

Memories fade through time,

Like a candle flickers then dies,

But a light still shows,

Bringing warmth and a glow,

To fun times turned from new to old.