Light as a feather stiff as a board surrounded

racing home for Punky

birthday shopping sprees


brainfreezes and skip-its

orange groves



books and stairwells

salt and sand

friends and first loves

hope and blonde pigtails



3 thoughts on “Childhood

  1. Your opening line hooked me–I’d forgotten all about light as a feather, stiff as a board. It was standard slumber party fare when I grew up! Your poem has a fun and refreshing tone. It is a great idea for a slice and I’m going to tuck it away to use later this month. A nice trip down memory lane! Thanks for sharing.

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