Child Hood Is....

Childhood is your past

Where you had fears

                     And freedom

Fears come down to you

 

From the darkness

Needing night lights

 

And favorite stuffed animals

Mine was a dog, Brownie

 

Being in the dark might

Cause nightmares

Mine was a clown on a swing

Its eyes followed me

Just sitting there

At night it haunted me

 

Having a pet you love,

Protecting you

Until the death of it….

                                                Causing pain to turn into fear....

Mine was a cat..Maxi

He died from rat poison

No one knew who

So no one was   …….        blamed

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