CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Leave the past alone,
my mother said to me,
it's never the way you remember it,
so just let it be,

but when so many memories,
come flooding back to me,
I have to find old friends,
because they hold the key.

Childhood memories make us what we are today,
nobody can take those thoughts of you away,
cowboys and indians we would love to play,
at the back of Woolworths,
with crates they left out each day.

Change came in the 60s,
it happened very fast,
the cottage that we lived in,
was condemned and pulled down fast,

I was still so young,
when we had to move away,
about eight or nine,
there about I'd say,

no more roller skating,
we now lived on a hill,
the one friend that I missed,
her name was Jill.

The new house that we moved to,
It was'nt really so bad,
once I settled in,
I didn't feel so sad,

we had a big long garden,
with roses in full bloom,
my bedroom was a double,
suddenly I had loads of room,

the garden led into the woods,
where I would love to play,
making dens and tree houses,
picking bluebells in May.

Though those days have now long gone,
the photos I still see,
suddenly those memories,
come flooding back to me.