Sticky citrus juice splashed on cheeks while biting an orange
Barefeet on asphalt
A summer’s day
Parents watching from the front porch as we play
Catching creamy ice cream with our tongues
It’s the things like this
That helps us stay
Children and laughter
Warm baths at night
Bible stories in the kitchen
And PJs under warm light
Sometimes it really is the little things. A couple of weeks ago, I was reminiscing about my childhood and the innocence I had. Everything was so simple back then, and yet, I am thankful for growth. With these thoughts, I wanted to write a poem with the same simplicity as childhood creating something sweet and lighthearted.
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