We have lingered in playrooms of the young
With tiny cherubs on the run
Building tents and castles from chairs and blankets
We have lingered in playrooms of the young.
We have danced in seaweed beneath a young one’s sun
In clothes of dreams we danced
And wrapped days of fun with paper and with glitter.
We have danced in seaweed beneath a young one’s sun.
We have dug up treasures on the beach
Turned the smoothed out broken glass
Into shining diamonds from the past
We have dug up treasures on the beach.
We have woken from our childhood
To care for tiny cherubs on the run
We clean their blankets and their chairs
Wash clothes of dreams and watch
The setting of our memory sun.
By June Perkins
A poem rippling out of the ripple project, still writing about childhood, memory and play.
Ripple Poetry 