A Childs Eyes

When I was a child,
the world was a strange and wonderful place.
Somewhere that magical things happened
and everyone had a smiling face.

When I was a child
with my family around,
I knew both contentment and love.
Material things mattered not to us then,
only the light that shone from above.

When I was a child
with my parents to guide,
I learned to see right from wrong.
And others who looked on from outside
could see in my heart was a song.

When I was a child
everything seemed just – so right,
I never had doubts in my mind.
That this was the way we were meant to be.
I didn't need to have it defined.

When I was a child
we didn't have much,
but we didn't seem to mind.
The love of our family was more than enough
to ensure our hearts were entwined.

When I was a child
with that unfailing trust,
that my world was half-way to Heaven.
I felt that even those who had sinned
would find that they'd been forgiven.

Now I'm not a child
with those child-like eyes
I see my world warts and all.
Yet still I can hope in that child -like way
that we'll still get to see that great hall.
© Ian Lumley

Well you seem to have been a happy child and had a good upbringing Good poem

Dear **Ian**: You've kept your young heart
and won't be torn very apart.
Each moment's a habit
dressed up like some rabbit
quite jocund and ready to start.

A very nice poem, Ian

It's interesting to remember our childhood and how we viewed the world back then.

You seem to have a treasureful of childhood memories.

Best,
Carol

I liked this, and how some things from childhood, like faith, never fade away. Gilly

Ian L.,
It's funny how when we are children we seem to be carefree and then adulthood comes and reality sets in. I'm sure we'll all make it to the "great hall" as you say, if we keep believing.
Your friend,
David Fox

Good thoughts, Ian. Your childhood has resulted in a positive attitude to life. I always credit my childhood with the same result.