Warm on my face, time passing oh so fast.
A cardboard box, a pirate ship at sea,
My brother, captain, sailing wild and free.
The scent of rain on dusty summer streets,
The taste of freedom, with bare, sun-kissed feet.
A swing set creaking, high above the ground,
My laughter echoing, a joyous, carefree sound.
The chipped teacups, grandma's stories told,
Of fairies dancing, in the woods of old.
A firefly's blink, in the velvet night,
A thousand wishes, whispered in the light.
The worn-out teddy, with a button eye,
A silent witness, to my childhood sigh.
Now, years have passed, and memories reside,
In faded photos, where I once did confide.
But still, I feel that warmth, that sun-kissed breeze,
And hear the laughter, whispering through the trees.
For childhood echoes, in the heart's refrain,
A golden age, we'll never know again.