Naive

My childhood Of pastel-coloured cottages, All shades of rainbow Enchanted little gardens, Cheery daffodils and fragrant roses Our cozy little home, The shade of butter cream My perfect fantasy world. My childhood Of sticky summers spent with Erin Her house the colour of Salty seas and dreamy skies Her dear mum who made us tuna melts With lots of extra cheese Our little lemonade stands Of sweetness and sunshine Our final days together Making posters for yard sales Before we parted ways. My childhood With Paula and Giuseppe The perfect definition Of eternal love and happiness Their lovely little cottage Coloured like warm soft sand and sunny days. They told me tales of Italy, Brought me books of princesses, Asked me about my dreams. My childhood Of supper calls from across the street Inside the tall tan house Chris and Daddy, always together Discussing renovations Little Ryan, running around Naked and causing trouble And finally Dan, my superhero Who rescued me from attic monsters When we were all inseparable. My childhood Of careless days, naïve nights And sweet smiles of innocence I remember our community Where perfection was reality This was my childhood Until we all departed.