[Soaring Feather]

no more do we look at things with the eyes of a child
it is all gone, done, and over with
as we grow we forget our childish times of happiness



Love these lines!

[Darkchylde]

She's under the impression her poetry isn't very good.
I guided her to the compliments, to which she replied
on AOL IM "woo hoo!". I also have another poem by her.

quiet faces, all too innocent
for when they awaken what will this time be
a thing in the past
no more silence as the faint breathing turns into an out loud cry
oh the days when i was young
when nap was all i ever needed to settle into my peaceful zone
some cried for mommy some wanted to play
not me i note i wanted to escape the day
they grow up so fast
from young to old where time goes past though seemingly slow
days of playing and running free become days of torment and undoubtedly
a time of when all else matters what happened to the days when there were no cares, no feelings of shame, guilt, or despair